Magma

Shobig, it did not quite hit me with the intensity of lava. (In many ways, the first two lines captured its effect on me.)

Is it meant to capture a writer`s block (or whatever poets have along those lines).

Where IS the lava, shobig? Where is the burning? Where is the rage of the ages? Where is the heat and the intensity? I want to see flames - and high temperatures!

And most important of all, shobig - where is the light?

So big this volcano and is this all you got to show for it - a sifar?

:)

Shobig pai, nice read. It reminded me of something I wrote which I posted in my ilog.Thanks for sharing.

thanks the A trio (Abskii, Amrita and Aimie) and Nadeem for dropping by and for your appreciation.

don`t know what to say! nicely written!

the magma
is solidifying
within me
blocking my pulses
and if this
keeps on
one day
it will be rock solid
inside me

feel like that everytime!
need to let go and scream!!

Ji Janab,
Something fascinatingly unique, a worth-appreciating attempt. To live with imaginations and later shackle in words is an artistic master piece and I reckon you have succeeded in justifying your time spent for this.
Mostly thoughts and actions keep on running parallel, competing for their absolute demands, rare are the moments when they synchronize but once done, result into clarity of vision. Once such state is achieved, then every piece of writing is worth sharing and worth keeping in reminiscence. Keep it up buddy!!!

shobs - you were in the fishy tank! :)
i loved the opening lines ``I failed / yet again`` - they`re such human words to utter and then the rest of the poem capitalized on that claustrophobic feeling of hitting rock bottom and the images that build up the struggle of the emotions climbing up the rocky innards of the volcano - great job!

I like the imagery, the thought of the volcanoes within, as it were.

The latter parts then compliment the former, when you consider the natural age of volcanoes.

A good read!!

First of all, a big thank you to all of you, Rahul, Atif and Jang, for reading and especially for commenting, or i was starting to develop this notion that i would have been better off without uttering the above words either. :)

#1 Rahul, your `second thoughts` captured the gist better. Your first point, which is rather interesting too, would imo be analogous to a situation of `staling` of thoughts or ideas. Unless the thoughts are fresh enough to counter the external pressure of the pre-existant thoughts, they would keep accumulating inside, and once a new thought is born it will be strong enough to out itself but again it will eventually encrust the peak and cause accumulation of further exhausted ones inside...and this cyclic process perpetuates. My refernece to `severed by ego` is what tends to differentiate the situation slightly. The ever mounting ego, won`t even let the fresher, more robust thoughts out, forcing them to cease to death within.
#2 however i might detest the idea of giving in to pragmatism, that alas is quite true. But i would rather call it death, not serenity...
#3 That`s an awesome interpretation indeed.

perhaps its the scab formed on a long-bleeding wound (memory from previous life)..
balancing the ``itch`` to remove the scab with fear of bleeding to death.

#1 - ``The human emotions when depressed for a long time, might peter out. If there is no outlet to vent it, the emotion itself might lose its intensity.``

this sounds like judgement on the future of my sex life.

but seriously though, this poem is a commentry on the intensity, the vigour, the idealism, the unconquerable spirit of youth that gives way to serenity of later life. We all start off with the promises of changing the world around us, and then as this world opens its realities to us, we begin to find comfort in the safety of ``pragamatism``.

and yes, the rest symbolizes serenity AND death ...

Shobig,

Interesting idea! The imagery of encasing the emotions in words, lest they disperse, is delectable. I need to read some English poetry to better appreciate these styles.

When a volcano erupts, the lava starts flowing down the slopes of the mountain, releasing the pressure. In due course of time, the lava cools down, solidifies, plugging the mouth of the mountain. Again pressure starts building up and the cycle repeats. My point is - every time the opening is plugged, the pressure will start increasing. So, I`m not very convinced with the idea of using `magma solidifying` as a reason for `blocking pulses`. On second thoughts, you may have a point. The human emotions when depressed for a long time, might peter out. If there is no outlet to vent it, the emotion itself might lose its intensity and become a part of everyday life.