Journey Of A Bard / Poem 1 Hundred Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

Journey Of A Bard / Poem 1 Hundred

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I started my journey on a road
Titled 'Road To End'
From the very start of my writings
Many writers have been glaring my consciousness
To be frank, I got immersed
Love and concern for literature
It happened so, because of few
Me, my brother and 'The Wasteland'
Yes, I was dint by Eliot
My start was with a road
A road led with no end I believe.

For few days and months later
Fortunately I emerged as an satirist
And I penned few against my teachers
Then came my land 'East Land'
A poem intertwine of 'The Wasteland'
I appeared as a critic.

A day I noticed when
My themes and motifs increased
I mean a new theme ' love '
I got captivated by a beauty
Many lines and poems were drawn
Chapter21: An Aftermath and so on
For months and days together
My poetry dealt with love
A love of happiness and joy
I found myself as a love poet
Two souls by and large
John Keats and brother Pablo
Invoked the spirit of love
The feelings and delight
Brother Pablo in particular I say
Rigged my barren heart into love
By days and between nights
Bloomed my love songs.

Under the wide truth
I got inspired by Dryden and Arnold
I left a series of lines
On society, of literature and time
Many individuals were in prey
I criticized them at my best.

The critical ship of my life
Invaded when there was a despair
Despair in love and care
An anthology of my feelings
I mean my loneliness and I
Were brought under the dark
The deep dark part of my life
My letters and words touched
My emotions to the naked truths
I got addicted to loneliness
And obviously my songs of despair
Were revolving in and out.

After receiving all pains and stones
My heart stood erect for something
I was driven into metaphysics
A world established in me by
Tagore, Aurobindo, Emerson and others
All together gave a new life
I found my happiness regained
Totally absorbed into spirituality
The wholesome physical beyond
The meta forces ruled my nerves
As a person in disappointment
Appointments were at large
All time truth and chastity
I acknowledged after a long time.

The liberal law I have learn t
Is not worry of past, but
Bring the past in my present
Bring all memories and worries
And install between myself and the force
All the pains and strains
That of love and despair
Were and are gradually declining
I am no worried of anything
And today I submit the truth
That everything is controlled
All is in fact molded bold
Bold feelings and loneliness
Everything is set with poetry
And I can assure that
Till the day I write
Till the day my lines go
I will never mind of worries
I will get out of all miseries
As I bring the words
The words which takes out
Takes whole living of myself.

Nowadays, I am on a new theme
I mean theme of death
Which is weaving a thread of my life
A thread which is so strong
Considering life and death as one.

This is a journey I started
In between many up's and downs
Traveling many subjects and people
Still I go and go on
I go and be in, in lines
As my journey says,
Live as a bard and die as a bard.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Divya Divya B 22 November 2011

congrats for successfully completing 100 poem. this whole poem tells your whole life history, true feeling what you faced and also about society how it looked after you and also about love. excellent writing keep it up 10

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Nasarudheen Parameswaran 30 November 2011

'Live as a bard and die as a bard' is a good view.You speak of your metamorphosis as a poet nicely.Go on.

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lover of poetry sweet 05 December 2011

hope your journey of poetry never ends.Peele

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Shihabudheen K J 15 November 2012

Leaving our comfort zone towards achieving goals is unparallely difficult

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Antonio Liao 20 June 2012

a wide and unending soul, a journey of a scout....its the lasting poetry i ever read...nice and beautiful remembering the past.....a perfect rekindle of destiny...10/10

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Kebe Iwara 17 June 2012

Hmmm...apart from others, this is a practical lesson abt leaving ur comfort zone, albeit nothing in hand. Plus, poemhunter would be proud of you. More grease.

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Amena MEHMOOD 06 June 2012

....... theme of death Which is weaving a thread of my life good one....

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Mark Holden 19 January 2012

matured journey................

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