It was a moment of inspiration. or something so enigmatic, i really didnt know what I was writing. but all in all, it turned out to be particularly, if not wonderful, peculiar.
Rhyming scheme - abab
The Scents of Oblivion
Inspired by and dedicated to Miss Purple
The Scents of oblivion, pure and whole
like the washing away of all there is
beneath the isle where rests my soul
like the reaching out of untorn bliss
A fragrance imbibing all others
like the newness of spring pouring in
A bough that's never known shudders
of a calm breeze, or an ardent wind
Evading the two reassuring eyes
of Wisdom, stemming from past alarms
or the Vision, where the future lies
like running, Today, into mother's arms
Free from the time of a biased tense
Rushing along with Gushing streams
cascading down the edge of sense
into the Senselessness of dreams
You can't fathom, how a creeper runs
while reaping only the seeds you sow
You'll never know how, O Prejudiced ones,
to grow away from where you grow
- Aamir
1 comment:
'Scents of Oblivion'..... nice thought, and even nicer the poem , which I had to go through about thrice, to make some sense to me.
You are way far better a writer for, ".....or something so enigmatic, i really didnt know what I was writing"
If such is the rainbow of your thoughts at a moment's spur, you could be stunning Shakespeare otherwise.
The climax is subtle and reflective, "You'll never know how, O Prejudiced ones,
to grow away from where you grow", And so true today in the ways of the world.
The five para's cloud you in absolute five different 'scents of oblivion'.
Crisp and clear read.
Miss Purple would indeed be proud and happy.
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