Sinful Love
But in an alternate world
Where the notions of right and wrong do not exist
I will love you with all my sinful heart
And ask you to be mine.
(c) 2017 Arpita Pramanick
Sinful Love
But in an alternate world
Where the notions of right and wrong do not exist
I will love you with all my sinful heart
And ask you to be mine.
(c) 2017 Arpita Pramanick
Usually, I don’t share my poetry on the blog, because I am presently working on the betterment of my fiction-writing. I have a feeling that I am a better poet than a fiction writer (with no trace of smugness, believe me), but I would like to reverse that.
For today’s task, I looked back in Time and found a poem in one of my Facebook Notes. It was written on 30th December 2011, and titled: Rhapsody on the Bygone Days. I am republishing it without any changes to the original text.
Arpita Pramanick
♣
All the pleasant memories, as the year ends,
Take refuge in debris.
Connections that were made
Faltered the test of time and withered away.
Copious tears shed on paltry feelings,
Have dried on forlorn cheeks.
And yet, as the bitter teeth of Winter recedes
And a glorious Sun rises,
I shall, in the maze of its halo, dream again.
I’ll stare as far as my sight lends,
Into the garden of roses in some faraway place,
Where the first glitter of the Sun dries
The nip of shimmering dews.
I shall fold my hands across my breast
And bury the memories that I made
And feel happy for all that I have.
And those that have left me along the way
I will for once forgive them,
As a sigh heaves out of my heart
(For wounds take a long time to heal)
Yet, I shall pass by the dark shadows
And not let your memories ruin my today
Though I know,
Some things are never to be forgotten
And some scars are to be kept alive.
Though I know
I’ll remember you once again and sob
But not today;
And for once lose myself in the laughter of Life.
♣
If I were re-writing this today, I will probably use more commonplace words than paltry, rhapsody, etc. I am not a native English speaker, so I had most possibly learnt those words in order to write the poem, though I am not sure if I remember it correctly. Now, I am more comfortable in my vocabulary and would like to use plain, conversational English to say something universal. I won’t try too hard to find fancy words to give an impression that I know so many words because now, I have found beauty in simplicity.
What about you? How has your writing evolved over time? Do share with me in the Comments.
Copyright © 2015 Arpita Pramanick
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Disclaimer: Today, my dear reader, you’re going to read the silliest poem that I have penned by far. I have been reading Peter Pan recently, so you can guess the inspiration (though, by no means I claim to be JM Barrie). So, if you will excuse my not-so-productive poem (because indeed for the past few weeks I have been doing little other than blogging/writing), I will go try my hand at some other craft, and present you with a more productive outcome tomorrow (or some other day). Sounds about right? Let’s march on then, in rhyme and rhythm!
Legends:
w1o1: Writing 101, A: Arpita (yours truly)
W101: What do you do, when you do not write?
A: I eat through the day and sleep through the night!
W101: And is that all that you do, my dear?
A: Oh, no! I eat, I sleep and I coo coo, you hear?
W101: Coo coo? What’s coo coo?
A: It’s that word that rhymes with ‘boo boo.’
W101: ‘Coo, coo’, ‘boo, boo’, are you outta your mind?
A: Hey, now you’re being rude and also unkind.
A writer will write and write some more.
That’s all she does and does it some more.
W101: Oh, you’re wrong. You’re so very wrong.
You should take breaks to sing good song.
You do need breaks to get refreshed
And edit that story that’s still half-baked.
Breaks give you new eyes to look and see
And rewrite your stuff with mirth and glee
A: Ah! Now I see why ideas are rare
It’s ’cause my head is so unclear
with too much staring at the empty page
It’s like my mind is put in a cage
Were I to now go and roam in the garden
I’ll see flowers and draw ’em with a pen
I’ll draw a flower and I’ll write a story
’bout a gardener and her pretty blue-berry
But the berries are all bitter and that’s her plight
Oh, please ‘cuse me, I got a story to write!
Got a story to write! Got a story to write!
Then eat through the day and sleep through the night.
The (Thank God for it) End
A Note to the Reader:
Are you an illustrator? Or a photographer? If you are, I would very much like you to collaborate with me on a short story that I publish on the blog in future. In return, I will publish an interview of you on Scribbles@Arpita, promoting your work and your website. I have previously worked with an illustrator when my story, Grandma’s Photograph, was published in the Story Shack e-magazine. Please check out the picture & the story here. The picture of the woman in the illustration is indeed that of my grandmother! I absolutely adore the illustrator, Ms. Lakshmy, since then.
If you’d like to collaborate with me, please contact me via the contact form given below and we’ll take it ahead from there.