Poetry Corner: The fallow period 

Poetry Corner

It was written in DNA format

Presented in sparkling rainbow colours

Promoted by the distinguished class

Deodorized by the top brass

Embellished with more glistening colours

Projected by the ubiquitous paparazzi

Approved of by wise men and women

Honoured by all who matter in the realm

Propped up by family and friends, foes and fiends

Held high in hearts unending

Granted the benefit of the doubt

Always expected to transcend the limit

And excel

No excuse for sleeping dreams


Colleagues from college

Called it the epitome of knowledge

For starters that was just a starter

With eyes projected upwards

Where hope dwelled

The limit was far beyond the skies


With a heart amply unbolted

To embrace all shinning golden

There was no excuse for sleeping dreams

With limbs ready to go

Whether up above…or down below

With limbs ready to do

Whether asked to…or not to

With expectations elevated beyond reality

The limit must penetrate the skies




But then…


The enveloping darkness

The overpowering task in the dark

From dawn to dusk

Wrenched all hope from a heart

And converted all into tears

All tears

Red bloody tears


Coercing and coaxing did the same job

Coercion and persuasion did not take that one to the top

Harm had done a better job

By offloading real ambition from a chest

And paying it back to chest

It turned out to be a big big blow


Slowly it had started

Then it had escalated

Upwards to a fully blown racket

Downwards to an unbearable shocker

Would be so long…so very long

Before it would return to its socket

…if ever


Colleagues from college

Called it wasted knowledge

Wasted toiling endeavour

Wondering why others made it at the crucial stage

Appalled at the darkened reality

Wondering why talents had remained buried

Buried since eternity


Open spaces called opportunities

Were alien and foreign matter

Even when these were not classed among urgent matters

The race was run only within

Within a boundary set for the only one


Falling out only preceded a falling through



At the end of the dark alley

Hope was projected downwards

Kept at bay

Buried till eternity

Buried till the next time

…if ever

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