The Poetry Marathon

I am a dream,

Dream of a soul to have a life.

I am patience,

Patience to live until I die.

I am anger,

Anger that brings change and fly.

I am honour,

Honour of being proud to be me and mine.

I am sorrow,

Sorrow that brings hope in life.

I am life,

Life with emotions, truths and lie….

I met a man this evening,

With motive and mysteries,

There seems nothing missing,

He was blunt and silently speaking.

It seems all right,

I stayed for a while,

Looking at his eyes,

Listened to his low voice.

Suddenly where is he ?

I haven’t moved at all,

Was it a dream,

Or I am dead like my dream.

(Source : remix poem from chapter 5 from the book ‘The Murder of Roger Ackroyd’

Great story begins with faults,

Do you know this ?

With infinity trial,

Even life can be won.

Do you know this ?

You can learn to hide emotions.

Even life can be won,

When you believe in trying.

You can learn to hide emotions,

With infinity trails.

We win when you believe,

Great story begins with faults.

(Source : remix phantom poem from chapter 11 of book ‘The palace of illusions’)

She came at the door,

With the eyes, where all my secret lies,

you may write down all,

beloved, are you still mine ?

I noted the obvious differences,

shadows on the wall,

the dark sadness,

beloved, are you still mine ?

When you come to me,

You declare you see me dimly,

that night went long,

and I keep on dying again and again….

(Source : Remix from the first line of poems of ‘Maya Angleou’, source text link : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YuEZ2gcTQw9SCJr9Gr7TjxA7FfdhXArD1CHJxVvvrVE/edit?usp=drivesdk )

You’ll never know,

You reel from the impact.

You’ll never know,

Great is our God who warns us at right time,

That its sparkle may amuse you.

You’ll never know,

You try & try to rise but you cannot,

death draws his cordons in,

We die soon.

(Source : last line cento with poems of different poets, source link : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YuEZ2gcTQw9SCJr9Gr7TjxA7FfdhXArD1CHJxVvvrVE/edit?usp=drivesdk )

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The night has been long,

the eye follows, the land

Curtains forcing their will

Give me your hand

The night has been long,

Lying, thinking,

It is true,

You may write me down in history.

The night has been long,

When great trees fall,

When you see me sitting quietly,

I keep on dying again.

(Source : first line cento from poems of ‘Maya Angleou’, source text link : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YuEZ2gcTQw9SCJr9Gr7TjxA7FfdhXArD1CHJxVvvrVE/edit?usp=drivesdk )

I remember,

a massive and lethargic woman,

I left her alone.

Today,

I like her,

I think she’s lovely.

Tomorrow,

I will be far away,

I will miss looking at her.

So Now,

I wouldn’t ask for much,

I just want her.

(Source : remix from the chapter 6, of book ‘the great gatsby’)

The morning,

Lazy hopeful morning,

Those who wins the morning,

are the ones who live in the morning…

The morning,

Lazy hopeful morning,

Those who stays with morning,

are the ones who appreciate the morning…

The morning,

Lazy hopeful morning,

I wish to see all the coming mornings,

am I eligible to see this much of mornings….

Who are you? 

I am past

a long event of actions,

I am different from any imagination.

I am past,

Suffering and learning,

I am different from any imagination,

It’s not all I am.

Suffering and learning,

Is a long event of action.

It’s not all I am,

So who are you ?

(Source : A remix phantom from part 8 of book ‘the palace of illusions’)