Novice

A novice stops her car
Just off the pavement.
She looks for inspiration
All around.

There you are-

With ink that flows as a babbling brook,
Embracing the nature
Listening to the sorrow of silence
Reminiscing the long-lost impressions.

All in the comfort of an armchair.

But,

Yet to choose one of the diversions
Yet in search of solace in the silence
Yet to be informed, “why prayers get a hearing
But wishes don’t”

-Here am I.

A novice sits by the sidewalk
With a stereo hanging.
She rummages for revelation
All around.

•• Aa’eedah

© Cereus Florus. 2018.


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18 thoughts on “Novice

      1. A novice stops her car
        Just off the pavement
        She looks for inspiration
        All around.

        This is just like an intro which goes well with the picture that accompanied my post. 

        There you are-

        With ink that flows as a babbling brook,
        Embracing the nature
        Listening to the sorrow of silence
        Reminiscing the long-lost impressions.

        All in the comfort of an armchair.

        Now this part is when thought of the great writers crosses her mind. 

        The exact explanation would be-

        Great writers have a flow in writing and they just, you know, bleeeeeed poetry like a river. 

        They elegantly describe the nature.

        They talk so amazingly about silence.

        They paint pictures of past memories so damn well.

        And they usually have a great arm chair, you know…by the fire and a drink…god! It’s pretty easier for them to think and write.

        But,

        Yet to choose one of the diversions
        Yet in search of solace in the silence
        Yet to be informed, “why prayers get a hearing
        But wishes don’t”

        -Here am I.

        Now, here we talk about the new writer or the amateur. 

        Have you read “The road not taken” poem? It talks about two roads, out of which the poet choose the road less travelled. That poet was a great poet but as this novice is new and immature, she hasn’t chosen any road yet.

        Also, she hasn’t understood the importance of silence yet, as some of the greatest writers had.

        The last line was related to philosophy, you can say. Haha. It simply means the new poet is new to the worldly conventions.

        A novice sits by the sidewalk
        With a stereo hanging
        She rummages for revelation
        All around.

        This is just an ending part. I used to listen to music for inspiration, that I have incorporated here. Haha. 

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      2. Seriously?! Goddamn I will destroy it. U created it. I can never write what you would want to write but that meant a hell of a lot. Here’s the thing pragya when I read the explaining to that poetry, that felt like poetry in itself. The ideas that u have for poetry pragya is….literally like amazing. If tiu could convey that….ur poetry would get to a whole new level. Seriously.

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