Why such a long silence?

What do they say in Urdu: Bezabri se hum intezaar kar rahe hai, aap ke post ke liye?

cheers, Electrocardiographic.

But you are right, if you do it right, it is very effective. I read your post first, and I thought the last paragraph was good, but it still seemed better when it was broken up into bite sized thoughts…

A: That post is really a long poem, isn’t it? You write beautifully..

I agree on poetry allowing more freedom. I also find poetry easier to write, partly because it is so short, but also because I can ramble on with my disjointed thoughts and it would still seem perfectly normal.

aniche: I am glad to see you de-lurking on my blog. But as for your comment, all I can say is - must be projection

Everything

What is art?

Anything

What is a painting of a poem about blogging?

a thing

…Of yet unlimited Smiles
Across the faces I get to witness
Everyday…
Smiles of a confession
For a mistaken nudge on the side,
By the fellow commuter;
Smiles back in acknowledgment
Of a Smile;
Smiles in a dying anticipation of a signal
From the beautiful out-of-the-place face
In the crowd;
Smiles carried miles across -
On the cellphone while hanging in the train;
Smiles for just the thought,
Of finishing out the messed up journey;
Smiles out of a blush on a maiden’s face -
Of feeling gorgeous to have dressed up…
Primly in her favorite outfit;
Smiles for…just having walked out
A bright sunny day…

It’s such an irony isn’t it, that Poetry allows so much of freedom…no standards, no bounds…yet its such a cony little thing…and yardstick to measure its quality.

I often fear penning them, for they might turn pale the next day I read the same lines. Songwriting would be better I feel

That’s about this blog, not you of course. (I hardly know you are :))