Previously on "poet on a motorbike" for the post named "growing up??" i wondered how giving up meant gowing up. yeah it was for the best but it was definetely giving up. that was the part that didnt fit in so i put a question mark.
Growing up doesnt mean breaking hearts. Growing up means nurturing hearts. But there are so many. So many intertwined with ours right from the moment we come into this world. And we certainly cannot accomodate all. So we do our best. We put someahead of the other. We redefine and improvise, change and control ourself so that the order remains.
Growing up means taking sorrow with hapiness. My eyes well up but i know no tears will come. A deep sadness covers me like a blanket comforting me. My heart is heavy but i can smile. An almost melancholy. Growing up means nurturing hearts while breaking your own.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The Poet on a Motobike Part 1
Everything comes to age. I think it is time my blog did the same. What is "poet on a motorbike"? It goes like this. Im sure everybody understands what a poet is but the implied meaning is also a sensitive guy who is mostly introverted, keeps to himself, gets stuck on girls for years and writes his feelings down in a book. A motorbike on the other hand signifies masculinity, the thrill of speed and adventure ( though i have observed that most readers/writers do love adventures).
I myself am a amtuer poet of sorts. I have met a few other amatuer writers too. Some prose, some poetic. Whenever i read prose from these friends, they were mostly concerned about day to day activities. They were fun to read but not romantic. And whenever i read poems, they were romantic but far from reality( find myself, love forever and unexplained sorrow come to mind).
So this blog is about the marraige of the romantic with the realistic. I will try to examine how and where the romantic and the realistic merge over the next few posts. And present real facts which are actually romantic. This way, the romantic doesn't have to shut himself up saying that the world is harsh and the realistic doesn't have to put off the romantic as impractical.
In closing, one final line comes to mind. "All is one and one is all". Where there is duality there is conflict. Where there is conflict, there is restlessness and sorrow. Joy-Sorrow, Good-Bad, Up-Down. How many of them can say that they have been only happy in their life? How many people are just only good or only bad? How many of them have been been successful only in everything? All these are not two things. They are just one. This is the dominant theme that will figure in my writings. After all we are trying to merge romantic with reality.
I myself am a amtuer poet of sorts. I have met a few other amatuer writers too. Some prose, some poetic. Whenever i read prose from these friends, they were mostly concerned about day to day activities. They were fun to read but not romantic. And whenever i read poems, they were romantic but far from reality( find myself, love forever and unexplained sorrow come to mind).
So this blog is about the marraige of the romantic with the realistic. I will try to examine how and where the romantic and the realistic merge over the next few posts. And present real facts which are actually romantic. This way, the romantic doesn't have to shut himself up saying that the world is harsh and the realistic doesn't have to put off the romantic as impractical.
In closing, one final line comes to mind. "All is one and one is all". Where there is duality there is conflict. Where there is conflict, there is restlessness and sorrow. Joy-Sorrow, Good-Bad, Up-Down. How many of them can say that they have been only happy in their life? How many people are just only good or only bad? How many of them have been been successful only in everything? All these are not two things. They are just one. This is the dominant theme that will figure in my writings. After all we are trying to merge romantic with reality.
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