Sunday, June 25, 2006
Salt Knives
A pinch of salt
with every lesson,
I am saltier
than any ocean!
It's nauseating.
There fall my idols
killed
by the salt knives
leaving me
a salt mountain
and broken idols
It's intriguing
to scale the peak.
An achievement,
won't it be?
But who needs that?
Salt inflow never stops,
there are new idols!
I know
what to get rid of.
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3 comments:
deep , indeed.
i am very bad at reading poetic langauage, so cannot do much justice commenting to your post.
-ATG
Thanks Anil!
But, it's not that someone is bad at reading poetic language. In my opinion, poem is more personal than the plain text. Beauty lies in the fact that the reader could relate it to him, in many different ways. It is this possibility that makes a poem a poem, I feel. So, if you feel something after reading a poem, that's it. Never mind what the author had in mind.
Well, that's what I do. When I read something that I totally don't understand I just move on saying 'not for me!'. Same thing that I do when people around speak a different language.
Anyway, I'm not very good in writing (English). Thanks for calling it a poetic lang. :-)
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