First toddles..

I have come across many beautiful creations in poetry till today. Few have made an everlasting impression on the "unreal, dreaming" half of my mind. I wish to sediment my delight of 'seeing' those few poems on this blog. I will do that in my subsequent posts. They have inspired me to try my hand at writing. I usually write in Kannada, the only language I am somewhat familiar with. I have tried to write in English also, but I have failed to come anywhere near the word "poetry". Nevertheless, I still keep writing in all the three languages I know. Here is one attempt in English, penned last year. Here it goes:


With a smile, to this place you come,
Or with a tear rolling down your cheek;
Through a door behind, without your notice,
And some distance tread when I entice;
You can prove to be brave or just as meek.

You've stopped, as you did before you do now,
And look to your left and right, you ought to stay;
Wise you are, the weight of yester tear if you know,
Or equally blinded by the smile, as stuck in snow;
With you is your wisdom alone; still you can stray.

Again the doors stare right in front;
Pause for a while and listen, it's My voice,
"Make a choice!" and you say what you want,
You have been making choices every moment;
No pause, the most awaited now is your choice!