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Weekly Writing Challenge : Emily Dickinson Imitation

11 Sep

Never — Forget —

— I flew — High —

Soared above the Sky

Panic — detour — Terror

Where are — We landing —

— Or Are we Even landing — at All —

Love – I won’t be home —

I was – on my way – Although

A forced — Detour

I am Meeting — Eternity —

— Instead

  • With due respect to Ms. Emily Dickinson, I submit my lame attempt at imitating her. I’d have never dared to do this, had it not been for the Weekly Writing Challenge.

… Highlight a particular element of your favorite writer’s style, and incorporate it into a post of your own. Whether it’s their delightfully wry wit, the rhythmic insertion of repeated phrases, or lackadaisical sentence structure, become your favorite writer for a day (or an hour). If you go this route, try writing about what you’d normally discuss on in your blog: personal musings, your favorite artist, your sports team’s wondrous victory. The only catch is that you’ll need to discard your own style temporarily in honor of the wordsmiths who’ve inspired you…


  • To all Ms. Dickinson’s admirers ~ apologies.
  • To everyone else ~ NEVER FORGET 9/11.

Phive Phantastic Poems

8 Aug

EFFECTS OF POEMS in my life:

I’m not much of a ” poem” person but there are some poems which have stuck with me through thick and thin. Some I had to study as part of lessons in school/ college, some I stumbled upon randomly. When I talk to people, I refer to these poems often (very very often) and so it gives them an impression that I AM A POEM PERSON. However, if the same people were to listen to me time and again, they’d soon realise that I don’t have the 6th poem to refer to 😀 and frankly speaking there is no need either.

And here I am with the 5 repeatedly referred to poems. Believe me, if you know these 5 then you too can live I-am-a-poem-person life *happily ever after* I’ve done it so far….

1. He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W B Yeats

I must’ve come across this poem during my adolescence. Those were the days I dreamed with eyes wide open and the last line of this poem caught my wide-opened eyes. For me this is a poem of “wish” and “wishful-thinking” and I refer to it for all the wish-talks. 🙂

2. If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

There was a phase when I was in love with everything South American. I woke up wishing I were a South American. I was smitten. Well the one thing I am absolutely proud of about this obsession was my encounter with Pablo Neruda. I love all his poems and I’m *publishing* this one because I really wish I had written it. I wish I could understand Spanish so as to be able to read his poems in their original language.

3. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

I had posted this poem here earlier. This is my much much referred to Poem of all times. Many daredevils or eccentric people who’re inclined to English Literature must’ve been doing the same. It’s one of the most inspiring poems ever (for me – the most super-eccentric being ever to have stepped on the road not taken).

4. Much Madness is Divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson

I had to study Emily Dickinson along with other poets and of the many amazing poems of hers, this one’s stuck to me. This is my sort of biggest defence against my unique sense.  I have been able to preserve my silly-sensible-self and even be proud of it, thanks to this poem by Ms. Dickinson.

5. The Unknown Citizen by W H Auden

Sometimes I take a step back from my nonsensical life and I remind myself of this poem and how true it rings every passing day. This poem does scare me and it nudges me lightly (and always without any impact). Because at the end of the day I am an unknown citizen, which is when I start wishing otherwise and that’s when the poem on top comes handy 😀

The sources of the poems are linked in the title. I’ve bing’d them from different sites as it became quite a daunting task to type them all here. I hope you’ll enjoy the poems and knowing these poems you’ll know me a little better. These poems have left a deep impression in me and my life and thus, to a certain extent, define who I am.

Good at being BAD

7 Aug

Once I read somewhere –>

In a country of blinds, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.

….And here come the stones…

Ouch! I’m bleeding, nearing the end with each hit.

All I wish for now is a quicker death.

When you are [a one eyed man] pointing a gun, remember that some MILLION stones are showering your way.



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