God bless those people! They gave back to me What ghostly I had never thought they could Who more invisible each morning be: They gave this person back her personhood
Peace Was The goal. Remember?
I find it as easily When I look for it in you
… Subconsciously invested in Seeing my methods fail
… at the very bottom True poets’ needs most simple are; Full willing to give up the rest Are those who follow this bright star…
… So I depart, often taking false blame Along the hardships with of traveling, And future slurs upon my sinless name, Wishing them all the good heaven can bring
Only be true, Only be brave…
Emily Dickinson once said if I could “help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.” Since I read the poem, it has been a life goal. The poem consists of six quatrains, each made up of a tetrameter.
This is the third (not in order of writing) of a series that I wrote as an Army Officer posted along the Chinese border in the Himalayas. I went through a period of extreme creative intensity along with a need to self destruct. From several poems that I wrote during that period, I have discarded many but have preserved around 25 which I plan to share on this site, along with a series of stories from a totally different period. In addition to, and alongside my army career, and a corporate career spanning 22 years, I have been a stage and screen actor, and playwright. Some of the poems that I plan to share have been performed on stage as they lend themselves to physicalization. Currently, I use a methodology that I have evolved called “CorporateTheatre” to facilitate experiential learning in high-performance leadership and team dynamics for corporate leadership and teams. This has been welcomed across several Indian and multinational organizations.
‘I Thought That I Could Not be Hurt’ is one of the first poems written by Sylvia Plath during her teenage years with a sad undertone. In this poem, she wants to express how her life was happy and joyful. And how these pleasant feelings aren’t permanent.
I knew what you meant Five words into your first sentence…
More precious Than pearls…
Life is already exactly as described below for the one out of every sixty five people on this planetwho, due to fire, flood, famine and the uncaringness of their fellowmen, are without a home.
Life is already exactly as described below for the one out of every sixty five people on this planetwho, due to fire, flood, famine and the uncaringness of their fellowmen, are without a home.
I can but compassion feel Silent sympathy I give At what a miserable way That must be in which to live…
