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Monday, April 27, 2009

DREAMS ARE MADE IN HEAVEN

Poetry of Dreams and Sensual Pleasure (Image Courtesy Wikemedia Commons)

The poets and the poetess while writing the poetries use particular forms and conventions suggesting at alternative meanings in the words; the meaning that might have not been though about before; the meanings that would seem strange but alluring to accept. By painting such a strange word-picture the poet desires to evoke emotional and many a times the sensual responses, too. Here the Indian poetess SAPNA GEORGE experiments with the words and tries to find out the virgin meanings embedded in the words lying in the dictionaries. Have a close look at her poems; the poems that will lead you to the land of dreams; the poems that will help you travel through the region of extremely felt emotions.

THE FLOWER VASE OF THE POEMS FROM SAPNA GEORGE




Sapna George is a soul, full of emotional luggage, full of poetic energy. For her a few genuine people whom she calls her friends and soul mates are those who are listening and reading her; following her thought process, understanding her. Her feelings, her words and her love are to be crystal clear to all of them. And above all, she will not be happy, doing something conditional... So what she writes here is unconditional and it means a world to her.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Still Life





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originally uploaded by cgsusan.




Never do we see the plight and toil
Never do we see the minds turmoil
Yet we appreciate the colours depicted.

Never do we see the life that sprouts out
Never do we realize the zest that it bring
Yet we go for the swirling life , within them.

Are we being true to life of are we modest!
Flowering starts with matured leaves
This comes out from my 'krishi knowledge'


But new life has to come as new leaves
And then life springs as flowers to fruits
This is comes from my poetic knowledge'



Life life life ...... Are we there? Are we there??