Friday, 25 September 2009

My Poetry

Some write with forethought.  I don’t.  I have a lot of thoughts ruminating in my head and occasionally I submit to a compulsion to capture them in written form.  Often it is the case that I had mulled over some set of ideas so many times that without foresight or planning, the final product comes out moderately cohesive, assimilating ideas in a cheesy-tv-sitcom-moral-of-the-story fashion.  So go my blog posts.  Other times, my catharsis appears to take a ‘poetic form’ (I use this term loosely). 
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