(This poem is reverse sense. A reverse sense poem can be read starting upwards from last line)
Still alive, at the dead of night,
faint blues in silver sight.
Gracefully breaking the dismal silence,
wetting sand with frosty essence.
As glittering under the full moon,
if deep lustre of pearls at noon.
The nocturnal ribbon of moonlight,
Still alive at the dead of night.
Never dies, in the thunderclaps,
the unique and cryptic parlance.
Remains the lyrical stir in the air,
if the dawn chorus returns there.
A new emergence in dropping penny,
changing things every nook and cranny.
The ceaseless zest crossing the maps,
Never dies in the thunderclaps.
Move skywards, and not upwards,
if the longings crush the older world.
Kill the mills of might-have-beens,
mould the shape of all the unseens.
Harmonious words, but some never rhyme,
hoping against hope, working against time.
Confessing ones, not possessing birds,
Move skywards, and not upwards.
Lovely!! Excellent expression
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Thanks a lot ma’am… 🙂
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Apeksha gr8!! 🙂
This so amazing..it all makes sense even when read from downwards!!!
Its awesome…I can’t explain in words how much I love this poem! 😀 xD
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Really Amazing 🙂 .
Its good to see that you are adding new arrows to your quiver.
Keep Writing…
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Apeksha….☺SPEECHLESS … SUPERB POEM … LOVED IT A LOT
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Reverse sense? Well, I read it both ways out of curiosity. There are a couple of lines I liked immensely: ‘Harmonious words, but some never rhyme’ for instance. How true it is! Also liked the resolve reflected in ‘Kill the mills of might-have-beens,/mould the shape of all the unseens’. The opening line took me to Robert Frost’s oft-quoted lines in ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’: ‘The woods are lovely, dark and deep,/But I have promises to keep,/And miles to go before I sleep,/And miles to go before I sleep.’ How restless the poetic consciousnesses is! Nice poem!
On the flip side, I was a bit confused by ‘Move skywards, and not upwards’. Aren’t both the same?
Keep writing, Apeksha, and widen your experiences & themes.
Best wishes!
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Thanks a lot for your blessings uncle…
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‘Faint blues in silver sight,
Still alive at the death of night’, beautiful lines with a message: Hope amidst darkness.
The whole concept of reverse poetry is wonderful and I find your poem very intriguing.
Your work is very creative Apeksha. 🙂
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Thank you di!!!
this comment is the true sign of assurance that you’ve gone through the poem very nicely… 🙂 🙂
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Thank you:) Yes indeed. I enjoyed every bit of it ^_^ I am happy to have come across you Apeksha 😀
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Like an eternal cuckoo, you cry the mystical beauties of midnight sun….. Good one
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Thnx a lot!!!
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I’m not here to make a critical review…Your poem has drenched me indeed…Overwhelmed I’m.. humbled as well… stay blessed…this poem is a clarion of truth…blow it on
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Thank you so much sir, people like you have always inspired me… 🙂
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Amazing 🙂
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HI apeksha,:* youareamazingggg.i amso blessed to haveyouin my life,stay blessedkeep wri`ting such poems.you inspire manyyy ❤ (you cant inspire me B| uknow right, writing poems is difficult for me
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Thanks Vanshi!!! May you stay blessed as you are with me 😛
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This is a beauty of a write. Beautifully penned. 🙂
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Learnt from people like you, may be! 🙂
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I do not have much to teach, anyways. 🙂
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😉
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Hi, Apeksha! We, at Dead Poets, loved your poem and would like to reblog it on our blog and Facebbok page. Please contact us at deadpoets11@gmail.com for more on this! 🙂
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Mail sent☺
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