Sonnet

Here's an attempt at writing a sonnet...however it doesn't follow the conventional structure..purists stay away from my blog...haha


A queer coexistence
Doubts with confidence
Gloom with exuberance
Chatter with silence
Both real, none pretense

A smile so ecstatic
Yet at times, so plastic
A moment full of magic
One with zero logic
Like others yet maverick

Define yourself, they say
A funny question, you see
You too feel this way
Or is it just me?

Comments

  1. Tuhina NeogiDecember 8, 2010 at 12:39 PM

    great.. so simpe yet elegant
    good work Dudette.. keep it up

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  2. UnknownDecember 19, 2010 at 7:02 PM

    chotu ka chota sa poem..gud h\gud..humko bhi likhna sikhaona!! :)

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  3. Pratish RajJune 4, 2011 at 9:00 PM

    Girl, I am in total love of the way you think...Inspirational it is, you know..
    Let me define you in a sonnet of two lines:
    Pretty n Piety,
    Smart n Sexy,
    Chick you are,
    Ahh soo lovely....

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