Death may be beautiful to a poet’s eyes
A muse more charming than all his allies
One that needs no alibis
As with each word a bard is born
And with every verse the poet dies.
We could pave new roads with their cold gravestones, And wind them through the pines...
~What if I do - Foo Fighters
Tyagi, this one is for you.
8 comments:
thanks a lot buddy.....
its been ages that i have been to here.....saw this one jus now....
nice one as usual..
rightly said..death is beautiful..it gives more alibis, more muses than nything else...probably after love...nicely crafted...
but i m afraid, cudn't connect it to the title....
Thanks mate!
I know these corners are not frequented by many. That includes me as well. :)
The title gets it's derivation from Mayfly. Mayflies are insects which belong to the Order Ephemeroptera and have a lifespan lasting a day...meaning they die by the end of the day, just as the poet dies by the end of the poem.
I hope it makes sense now.
only after u explained :D
Neither life nor death is an epemera....even wen u die, a new life starts in itself...in the memories of the other persons....
similarly a poet may die..but the seeds he sowed, are destined to bear the fruits of his travails...
the comments for the remainin ones are due.....
not gettin much time these dezzz.... :P
I was not talking of literal death anyway. What I meant was when a poet conceives a poem, a new thought is born, there is an intensity to that thought which does not allow him to rest until he pens it down. Once completed that intensity goes away. The poet is so involved with the poem that a part of him dies when the poem is finished. Obviously the poem will be there to convey his thought to anyone who cares to read it, but the poet has to leave that thought and go in search of a new one.
Both of us are talking about the same thing but from different perspectives.
that's rite!
different perspectives.....
n this difference was bound to come.....as i am the one who is reading this poem...n u r the creator....
for u its a death....for me its a life....!!!!!
nice attempt...nywezz!!!!!!!
one step closer to the edge :)
Death leads to glory, glory leads to words, words lead poem and poem leads to you :)
@abhit: The culmination of anything is death, only lead to a new beginning, a new birth and there in lies the beauty of death. :)
@ashish: Thank you. Somehow this line reminds me of the food chain! :D
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