Monday, August 24, 2015

To all the poets..

                             

Time for a poetry on love and hate as in contrasting/opposite things like black and white, fat and thin and so on. So, how creative can you get? #Poetryonopposites

This post is written for Indispire  79th Edition



                                            To all the poets resting there,
                                         Topic of the week brings in flair!
                                        Call the opposites and we are there,
                                         To run our mind and move on rear.
                                        Our world of poems is so beautiful,
                                             Even ugly myth turns dutiful.
                                  Here, Antonyms and rhymes walk in hand,
                                         With Synonyms joining in to blend.
                                           We carve the coarse words so fine,
                                            And paint the black canvas white.
                                           We light the dark chamber bright,
                                               And let the low fly up high.
                                         We accept the inaccuracy to ignite,
                                        An accuracy that none shall decline.
                                        And so our strength is our weakness,
                                     Because we draw sweet from bitterness! 
                                         We ascend to top from the bottom,
                                   And descend from the worst to best front!   

                                          We float on the waves of mystery,
                                         And sink in the thoughts of history.
                                          We open the closed door of knots,
                                         And collect the scattered thoughts!
                                           We answer the questions of love,
                                               Bringing out the hate above.
                                        We reap the justice from the unjust,
                                                And sow the seeds of trust!
                                            We start from the end of tusk,
                                         And carve the dawn from the dusk.
                                    We give the shallow words,a meaning deep, 
                                  And string them together on a separate tweak!
                                             We are the poets,the blessed one's,
                                        Student of thoughts and master of words.
                                             We know irony,sarcasm and pun        
                                            For us prose and poem is all one!
                                       We can form a sentence out of a rhyme 
                                           And carve the rhyme of it to shine,
                                                Like a diamond in a mine !

-SSW
                                    

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