Who am I really ? *I'm a peppy poet in paper town Promising to prove my partial presence until sundown.*
Dear prolific poets & poetess, Shower some if you feel so within verses. Any rectifications or suggestions are heartiest welcome. --------------------------------------------------------- ** Pristine paper to prettify with golden crown With pastel paint perpetual poesy to pen down As I'm a peppy poet in paper town Promising to prove my partial presence until sundown.
By penning pain of poignant past & pleasure of pearlescent present Protruding pen possesses profusion of emotion Being perplexed that pulchritudinous or pipe dream But proceeding even in perilous path in pursuit of passion. **
* GLOSSARY :- Pristine - Clean or Brand new, Prettify - To make something beautiful or pretty, Pastel - Shades of Colour, Perpetual - Immortal or Eternal, Poesy - Poetry, Pen down - Write down, Peppy - Full of enthusiasm, Promising - Hopeful, Partial - Incomplete, Sundown - Sunset (Here related to death), Penning - Confine, Poignant - Sad or Pitiful, Pearlescent - Bright or Lustrous like Pearl, Protruding - Extend beyond or above the surface, Possess - Hold or Have, Profusion - Large number or Abundant, Perplexed - Confused, Pulchritudinous - Beautiful, Pipe dream - Daydream, Perilous - Dangerous or Risky, Pursuit - Chasing *
-- EXPLANATION -- 1st stanza :- Brand-New or fresh paper is to be beautified with golden crown With colourful paint eternal poetry to pen down As I'm an enthusiastic poet in paper town (poet is the person & paper is its town) Determined to prove my incomplete presence until my death (sundown).
2nd stanza :- By confining pain of pathetic past & pleasure of bright/lustrous present Projecting pen (Nib) holds abundant emotion Being confused that if they would be beautiful or daydream But proceeding/ travelling even in dangerous path in search or to achieve my passion.
Some days i wish to read each and every words scribbled by every single poet, If i could quench my athirst soul, i would drink all these emotions sip by sip, How every poetry holds pains and cries of millions of hearts, How the ineffable sufferings find their rest within these pages of our withered abode, How my dreary heart finds slivers of repose in these books woven with soul Oh i wish!, If i could read all these reserves of ardent poesies..
We lose so much in the process of trying to secure our emotional abilities that we often forget the beauties in indulgence. For vulnerabilities are what make us thrive a little more in life; For the beauty always lie in giving in, And not in mere engagement. It's the indulgence that makes the soul flame a little brighter, a little more intense.!
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