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Wednesday, 27 April 2016

Candor


Sultry stars taste like
Salty marshmallows
Nincompoop narcissus snails
Dive into lustrous mirage
Cerebral pachyderms thump
Their way into the mud
But pug-marks of golden felines
Are trailed
Heady whiff of Cashew groves
On the warm sea shore
Dries my hair.
Who strums my guitar ?

                                                          Linked to: Poets United



52 comments:

  1. Many images come to life here!

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  2. specially like the star and pachyderm images & the title :)

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    1. Thank you for liking even the title, Sumana:)

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  3. Hmmm. Interesting question. But the point is to note the playing, yes? Mindfulness opens the heart.

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    1. Right! The point is to note the playing..mindful openness! Thank you Susan:)

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  4. Well, you make me wonder as well!

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    1. Wondering is openness too! Thank you Mary:)

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  5. I love the pachyderms thumping in the mud and, especially, am wafted away on that cashew breeze.

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    1. Glad you liked:) Thank you Sherry:)

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  6. Awww...those pachyderms robbed my heart! Classic piece....Good to connect back thru PU, Amit.

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    1. You're welcome Panchali:) Am glad too:) Thank you for your generous words:)

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  7. Whoever strums your guitar is conjuring up marvelous images!

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  8. So many lovely images leading to a lovely question. Sometimes it is not so much the answer that matters, but that you are open to ask the question in the first place. Lovely writing Amit!

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    1. Your lovely comment delights me:) Thank you Carrie:)

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  9. There is some kind of order in the world of stars and even Narcissus. But when it comes to the musician with his guitar, there's a question. Nice one.

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  10. Nice composition though poetry is not my cuppa

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    1. Your appreciation doesn't support your modesty;)
      Thank you Easwar:)

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    1. I thought as much, Mridula...probably the wind.
      @Amit...beautiful imagery was created as I read these lines :)

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    2. Yes, some unnamed unknown power! Thank you Mridula:)

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    3. Glad you liked it Bushra:) Thank you:)

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  12. Gorgeous images and music, simultaneously.

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  13. I love the imagery you've created here, Amitji! Also love the alliteration 'nincompoop narcissus". Just every line is beautiful :)

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    1. Glad you liked it Hema:) Thank you:)

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  14. I love this poem, Amit, especially those cerebral pachyderms!

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    1. Thank you Sara for liking my poem:)

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  15. A very meaningful poem where all species, plants and animals march to the tunes of the creator...lovely verses with lot of depth Amit!

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    1. Thanks a whole lot for your interpretation, Sunita:) Thank you:)

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  16. Yes, who strums my guitar - someone tell me....! Literary masterpiece.....

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    1. Glad you liked:) Thank you Sunaina:)

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  17. My my my ... How vivid 😊😊

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    1. Thank you for liking it, Archana:)

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  18. So vividly written Amit ji ---everything from the stars , to the pug marks , to the heady whiff to the strumming guitar can be seen felt smelled and heard ---beautiful piece of poetry

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    1. Glad you liked it Rajni:) Thank you:)

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  19. Openness is open here in true sense. Very nice.

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    1. Am so happy that you spotted it in there and acknowledged it, Sarala:) Thanks loadz:)

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    1. It's all over my blog from day one, Suresh sir, thank you for having cared to read:)

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  21. You have painted many images and stirred many emotions.

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