PRERNA GUPTA'S POEMS

The lines below are what Prerna dug out as she felt she identified it as "poetic" in nature. This was followed by the poem she wrote herself as her assignment.

THE POETIC STUFF

Want to get back to old times

Want to talk

Just talk

Careless whispers floating high

Independent of the guilt of dependence.

Is there existence without dependence?

Any kind of dependence

But what is dependence…?

What are you scared of?

Independence from the guilt of dependence?

Is man self sufficient?

Who epitomizes loneliness as success?

Is it you or is it them?

Can’t escape the pinching pain

With the unbearable strain

Lurking fear of him going away

Who conditions this in you?

Is it you or is it them?

Share of your struggle you will have to bear

Or the caterpillar will die inside, my dear.

I can feel the silence and the movement of these ripples in me. It is amazing how the water can be fluid and still at the same time the stillness soothes me. It gives me the strength to be, to see, to take in, to breathe..

Can you feel the power? Can you feel the cold, the silence.

COMMON Language?

Is there one common language..?

How do you talk then..?

How do you make the other understand?

How do you communicate, then?

The words are the same

But the meanings just change

It doesn’t mean the same

There’s a mis-match in the common game

But ‘mis-fit’ is the one who fails.

THE POEM ITSELF

A search

An unquenched thirst

An encounter, soon to be there

A meeting that was arranged

And we met again

Bewitched by his words

I was already slipping away

In a mad rush things changed

A stranger became an insider

I worshipped him all the way

I was a dreamer who dared to dream

He instead fed on my dreams

My fear was what led me to him

A paradox from the beginning

A parasite at the end.

(ENDS)

A search

An unquenched thirst

An encounter, soon to be there

A meeting that was arranged

And we met again

Bewitched by his words

I was already slipping away

In a mad rush things changed

A stranger became an insider

I worshipped him all the way

I was a dreamer who dared to dream

He instead fed on my dreams

My fear was what led me to him

A paradox from the beginning

A parasite at the end.