About my poems

This is very tough for me to write... I have never tried to read or interpret my poetry too much... to me it has always been something that I just had to do to get rid of the discomfort I felt at the particular time... sometimes my stomach hurt and at other times my heart or my head ... at other times a few words floated in my head and I just had to write them down... sometimes I heard a particular piece of music and a poem literally walked out of the speakers...I had no control over it... I really have no control over my poems... they have an identity seperate from mine... they come from me and then they are out there touching or moving someone who reads them.

I haven't been writing much lately... I used to write incessantly in my journal but I stopped doing that... what can I say life took over... I still carry my journal with me everywhere I go but I don't write in it... At least in the last two months I haven't written anything... The last thing I wrote was Prayer to the unnamed.

Now I read incessantly... I read all the time... I read only fiction... strangely I haven't read much poetry except Pablo Neruda... actually that's all I've read... My concern has never been for the style of writing... I don't like big words...

I'd like to say thanks to everyone who took the trouble to comment on my poems... it makes me truly happy... I would be happier still if the anonymous people would come out of the shadows and tell me who they are!!

Last but not the least do keep coming around... I will try to be more regular in updating my blog...