A vivid memory, A lost Vision, A long forlorn thought! Ever since I can think of my childhood, some early part of my teens & as well as my later part i was actually unable to decide why i never ate potatoes, or anything mildly even connected to it! Not that i tasted any time and threw away my dishes declaring to the world hence from now I shall never eat a potato!
The best part of writing is an ability to create a world, a situation or as of now an explanation! This is a article i am writing out of senses, in a semi sleep so do excuse my urge to write about it. As some great men have said it "The Man who has no imagination has no wings"
Sometimes even writing nonsense should be advisable. It awakens those sleepy brain cells which are in a deep limbo of thoughts and have refused to wake up! Fantasies are important too.. Making us look through the wrong end of telescope and laughing at some real hard realities of life.
I could sketch an ocean Blue
Or could paint & faint
I could ring the bell to tell
nothing rhymes with potato
The base the ball
the fiery volcanic ash
The Sun the trees the mighty ocean waves
nothing rhymes with potato
I write about the life
I write about the sonnet
that i listened back the days but
nothing rhymes with potato
There is a clue to the blue
the blow to the show
A lazy to the Crazy but
nothing rhymes with Potato
And then I see a Tomato
Shiny, red and Fresh
I am happy that finally
something rhymes with the Potato!
Sometimes even writing nonsense should be advisable. It awakens those sleepy brain cells which are in a deep limbo of thoughts and have refused to wake up! Fantasies are important too.. Making us look through the wrong end of telescope and laughing at some real hard realities of life.
I could sketch an ocean Blue
Or could paint & faint
I could ring the bell to tell
nothing rhymes with potato
The base the ball
the fiery volcanic ash
The Sun the trees the mighty ocean waves
nothing rhymes with potato
I write about the life
I write about the sonnet
that i listened back the days but
nothing rhymes with potato
There is a clue to the blue
the blow to the show
A lazy to the Crazy but
nothing rhymes with Potato
And then I see a Tomato
Shiny, red and Fresh
I am happy that finally
something rhymes with the Potato!
the best part about writing is the ability to express any and every emotion you may have, regardless of it making sense. The point is that it should make sense to you. No one should be questioning why you wrote about a potato, instead let the world wonder along with you why nothing really rhymes with a potato. You have created your own world, and have every right to live it the way you want. Don't look bad but look ahead, and such random posts allow us to explore different sides of us as a blogger. Cheers :)
ReplyDeleteU r so kind & thanks for kicking in lil motivation :)
DeleteThis is new and nice....How a Potato inspired creative minds to pen down thoughts :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Soham!
DeleteI don't care whether potato rhymes with anything nor not..but m happy that my vodka is made outta potatoes...so I love them.. :) well to be in a serious note..imagination opens up new world for us..even if it doesn't exist for others..but we find happiness around it..and that's what matters..nevertheless a nice post!! :)
ReplyDeleteNandita: Cheers to the potato who have cheered you up from time to tome! And we did celebrate this occasion too :)
DeleteIf it's something you wrote in a semi sleep mode then please encourage this mode of writing;)It was a fun ride reading the poem..njoyed..!!
ReplyDeleteAkshya: U r always generous to my writing no matter how they are but thanks to friends like you my blog posts increases and keeps increasing although slowly! Thanks...
Deleteoh...refreshing...there's no excuse to not write when you feel right...so this is awesome...
ReplyDeleteTruly Said! Thanks a lot for the comment though...
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