Some long for past
While others for future,
Fortunate are those that survive the present
So much to learn
So much to do
But how can you
While still catching up with the fast pace world?
Many sit here in awe
Implausibly witnessing how truth unfolds
Bringing them in terms of unforgiving reality
So bitter yet sweet tasting
For we learn so much by embracing miseries
Losing those that were a blink away yesterday
Today they are light years away
No one can avoid the calamity of fate
Yet how dearly one wishes to be in charge of it
We are maybe in a way the choosers
Of our own destiny and providence
But when things don’t work out you look back
Asking your self while struggling to forestall
“What went wrong and why?”
And still again it is us that decide
To look upon it as white or black
Sorry for late reply, I rarely glance back in here
u meant how long it took me to write all that in words, or how long before since I actually accumulated all that. Well took me 2 hrs on a night back in 1997 and I was approx 17ish by then
Oh ever since I can recall. I don't premeditate poems. Just write them on spur of a moment. Usually whatever I'm feeling during a moment which is just too overwhelming to keep in my head, I turn my thoughts to the stroke of keys on the keypad and let the fingers do their magic. Not only do I feel much better but quite accomplished on putting all that into words.
I don't care about the rules of peotry or literature. I write for fun, for my own good. Very rarely do I share with the public :)
Give it a try, start writing and when u get sick of it, come back to it another time. Fix a word or two here and there and one day u will master the actual art of it all.
and me, well i cant make a stanza stand