Behind the fragile countenance
Amidst the plaintive eyes
Despite the ponderous load
It’s a wonder why she’s as gentle and mild

even without wings
i am free-
to forget what is hurting
to me;
even without wings
i can fly-
to soar above pains

Like a newly-caught
fish brought ashore,
Here I am gasping for breath..

I was on an indefinite hiatus from December 21, 2008 due to unforeseen circumstances…..it was another difficult phase in my life…but then again, on January 30, 2008, here I come slowly getting out of my self-made cocoon….

This is a poem from some of Sunday’s lines.

Eight chosen lines(or pieces of them) from a gathering of 53 submitted by festival goers on Sunday. Their names and lines as submitted follow the poem. And you said you couldn’t write poetry!

This poem was born on the day of the Saturday festival from the lines of eight writers. Below are the original lines followed by the final poem.

Here is the poem created from today’s (Saturday) festival based on the lines provided by seven writers. Their original lines precede my poem.