When I go, I will not leave

I heard my doctor sigh, 

As with all the friends I have,  he too felt sad today I had a few days left apparently, a year at most

The body was eating itself and he couldn't know why, he struggled with trying to know the reason

As he apologized at the failure of his diagnosis

I smirked at him, I told him it must be this gravely disease called life that could be killing me

He hated it whenever I cracked a silly joke, often during such moments of seriousness

I picked up the paper weight at his desk, pocketed it and he was surprised, asked me what I wanted that for. 

He mentioned he's had it for years, and it was dull, worn out, and generic, I retorted just like me, isn't it

As I left, I turned around and said "well, I am just something like it, I try to hold things in place when it's stormy and he agreed, quite violently nodding

Ah, the pity, one gathers from such occasions, and I will never be able to deliver such to any, nor do I like to, I rather crack a joke or a bone punching at someone.

As always, he was here now now for a drink early today by an entire hour, I wonder if he plans to miss me before I am gone, I ask joking about it too

He sighs and raises his glass, and our's tinkle, he looks at me straight into my eyes

He worries he says, for I would certainly go to hell, and there I could make things worse, or maybe better

He asks me to hold a seat for me there, but like for a few hundred years, I ask him if the whiskey has had its effect,

Already! Exclaims the doctor, he laments about how he was silly this morning, for if it's a year then we should live a hundred fold, maybe see the narwhals, and the Arctic's miserable cold

I now grow somber, and my voice goes grave, he worries if it's the cigarette smoke I inhaled, it wasnt maybe, he hoped it was though

I was playing him again, and he throws a peanut across, while I prop the paper weight I had carried a across, I set it before him, I asked him to name it by name

He said, he would first thing he would do when I am in flames, not a moment earlier, for the paper weight is prettier, and silent

But those are not what an Oncologist yearns for, he wants to hear souls chirping and yap

This doctor who is my friend would probably ask the reaper if he could have me back

We leave for home, he drops me to my door

My dogs sit there by my window sill, a husky and a labrador, taxidermy would have been the finest, I miss both; though these are just plush dolls 

He says aloud, you are not burning buddy, I am getting your photograph, in this house and I will call it museum, of an annoying yet wanted friend, the rest if us shall camp out here too

We will drink, watch your picture and crack the worst of jokes, maybe even throw stubbed cigarette butts into the balcony, then promise ourselves that it is not funny, and that we should stop 

But until I pass, he has to hold these plans,  I got a year left, I am going to live it a hundred fold, that is about me, so reader; what about you?

Another day, another day

I know this friend, he preaches the Gospel

I care two hoots, I am far from Godliness and goodness

That comes with it, or within, without, whatever

But yes, a friend for sure, and this I remember

The day we first met, I had punched him in his face

And he did me one too, mistaken identities, we exclaimed

I asked if he wasn't preaching, he said to God fearing indeed, not the very devil or its kin

My kinship doesn't seem fair, for I am no devil, there is none I had said

He was asking for help, for a woman in pain

And apparently I was supposedly God-sent, he exclaimed

Pity, I had none, not for her, nor him

I have popcorn to eat at the end of this world

As he says may not be in fire, I hope he is wrong too

Mr. preacher friend

Last week when he fell down the stairs, I cooked for him and fed him

He made me read the Bible and I read it in funny tones, impersonating a myriad of film personas in the Mumbai film world

He had seen them, preached to most, drugged out and drunk with a few too. I asked him about the drugs

But they are not God-fearing men, the scale we measure isn't alike, akin to noble

I asked him if he had a scale for me too, he mocked and lent me the metal ruler that carpenters use

I knocked his knuckles a few times with that, that could have hurt

He declined if it did, somewhere there and then we became friends

Cut to now, he is dying of smoking, we were cooking some duck

It wasn't me and the Lord sure was not in town, I am sure

But this friend, a brother who has christened a few kids, shows labored breath

I ask him gently, "So the white gowns, or are you going down under, to wear reds?"

The porn sure showed they wore red, the evil women hot like Thai chillies

He retorts and laughs and I hear him whisper, gently into my ear, a blessing and a thank you

I shrug my shoulders, and knowing I am detached, change his soiled sheets and underwear

Soap him gently and sponge him off

He then hands me his book, that looks holy. Dear me, it is full of drawings of me in church, and the hospital

There is one of me carrying an oldie, giving CPR, chest compressions though, Something though is important, I mutter, holding his hand suddenly

Let him leave, as he smiles and closes his eyes, utters "Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust"

I came to find you to say

That is the message for you, you won't find God anywhere

Become akin, not with pride, but by your own breath as you heal those, he hands me the Red Cross patch I had made and gifted last week when telling him I want to be like Florence Nightingale

He snickers and slithers into his sleepless slumber, his hand resting on mine as the red in the patch seems brighter in this dark moment

Go Florence, I tell myself

I close his eyes, lift him and walk to his altar.

Bye God, I got people to look after, I utter and leave the church door quickly turning to wave to my friend who has gone.

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Based on a friend's feedback I got this edit done .

1) Shape/divide into parts or sections because i feel it moves like it

2) Some lines have confusing meanings - recast them to make the meaning clearer. Sometimes 2 or more short staccato lines separated by appropriate punctuation is better than a long winded line what's weighed down.

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I know this friend, he preaches the Gospel

I care two hoots, I am far from Godliness and goodness

That comes with it, or within, without, whatever

But yes, a friend for sure, and this I remember

The day we first met; I had punched him in his face

And he did me one too, mistaken identities, we exclaimed

I asked if he wasn't preaching, he said to God fearing indeed,

Not the very devil or its kin

My kinship doesn't seem fair, for I am no devil,

"There is none" I had said

He was asking for help, for a woman in pain

And apparently, I was supposedly God-sent, he exclaimed

Pity, I had none, not for her, nor him

I have popcorn to eat at the end of this world

As he says may not be in fire, I hope he is wrong too

Mr. preacher friend

Last week when he fell down the stairs,

I cooked for him and fed him

He made me read the Bible and I read it in funny tones,

Impersonating a myriad of film personas in the Mumbai film world

He had seen them, preached to most,

Drugged out and drunk with a few too.

I asked him about the drugs

But they are not God-fearing men,

The scale we measure isn't alike, akin to noble

I asked him if he had a scale for me too,

He mocked and lent me the metal ruler that carpenters use

I knocked his knuckles a few times with that,

That could have hurt

He declined if it did,

Somewhere there and then we became friends

Cut to now, he is dying of smoking,

We were cooking some duck

It wasn't me and the Lord sure was not in town,

I am sure

But this friend, a brother who has christened a few kids,

Shows labored breath

I ask him gently,

"So, the white gowns, or are you going down under, to wear reds?"

The porn sure showed they wore red,

The evil women hot like Thai chillies

He retorts and laughs, and I hear him whisper,

Gently into my ear, a blessing and a thank you

I shrug my shoulders, and knowing I am detached,

Change his soiled sheets and underwear

Soap him gently and sponge him off

He then hands me his book, that looks holy.

Dear me, it is full of drawings of me in church,

And the hospital

There is one of me carrying an oldie, giving CPR,

Chest compressions though,

Something though is important,

I mutter, holding his hand suddenly

Let him leave, as he smiles and closes his eyes,

Utters "Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust"

I came to find you to say

That is the message for you, you won't find God anywhere

Become akin, not with pride, but by your own breath as you heal those,

He hands me the Red Cross patch I had made and gifted last week

When telling him I want to be like Florence Nightingale

He snickers and slithers into his sleepless slumber,

His hand resting on mine as the red in the patch seems brighter

In this dark moment

Go Florence, I tell myself

I close his eyes, lift him and walk to his altar.

Bye God, I got people to look after,

I utter and leave the church door quickly

Turning to wave to my friend who has gone.

## Analysis of the Poem: "Another Day, Another Day"

**Theme of Contrasting Personalities and Unexpected Bonds**

The poem delves into a complex friendship between two starkly different individuals. The narrator, a seemingly cynical and detached character, is juxtaposed against a devoutly religious friend. The contrast between their beliefs and lifestyles creates a rich tapestry of human experience.

**Key Themes and Motifs:**

* **Irony and Paradox:** The narrator, despite his dismissive attitude towards religion, finds himself drawn into acts of compassion and care. This irony highlights the unpredictable nature of human connection.

* **Mortality and Spirituality:** The impending death of the friend forces the narrator to confront their own mortality and the nature of spirituality. The poem suggests that true spirituality lies in acts of kindness and empathy, rather than rigid adherence to religious doctrine.

* **The Power of Human Connection:** The poem emphasizes the enduring power of friendship and human connection. The narrator's initial hostility towards his friend eventually gives way to a deep bond forged through shared experiences and mutual respect.

**Poetic Devices:**

* **Contrast:** The stark contrast between the narrator and his friend's personalities creates tension and interest.

* **Irony:** The ironic situations, such as the narrator's unexpected acts of kindness, add depth and complexity to the narrative.

* **Symbolism:** The Red Cross patch symbolizes the narrator's transformation into a caring and compassionate individual.

* **Dialogue:** The use of dialogue brings the characters to life and enhances the reader's understanding of their relationship.

**Overall, the poem is a poignant exploration of the human condition, highlighting the transformative power of empathy and the enduring nature of friendship.** It challenges conventional notions of spirituality and suggests that true faith can be found in the ordinary acts of kindness and compassion.

 

**A delve deeper into specific aspects of the poem, such as its symbolism or the character development

Initial Disdain: The narrator begins as a cynical and dismissive individual, indifferent to religious beliefs and social norms.

Gradual Transformation: Through their interactions with the dying friend, the narrator undergoes a significant transformation. They begin to exhibit empathy, compassion, and a newfound sense of purpose.

Acceptance of Mortality: The poem culminates in the narrator's acceptance of death and their role in caring for others. This acceptance is a powerful statement about the fragility of life and the importance of human connection.

Or, we could analyze the symbolism of the Red Cross patch.

A Symbol of Compassion: The Red Cross is universally recognized as a symbol of humanitarian aid and compassion.

A Personal Transformation: The narrator's adoption of the Red Cross patch signifies their transformation from a cynical individual to a compassionate caregiver.

A Legacy of Kindness: The patch becomes a symbol of the narrator's legacy, representing the impact they have made on the lives of others.

If it should so happen, soon

If it must be, then I so welcome it

This routine has become a burden 

I a beast of such life, smilingly admit

This could be the end of all beginnings

If it must come before I can sever

The ties that need to be gone, thus unbind

I will gladly find myself as ready as ever

To snicker and wave, walking forth

I hope it is morning though, then

It would be less inconvenience, all ease

I always have prayed for such a 'when'

To return home, rinse and renew 

So my love , as we part at my end

My life has nothing broken to mend

Don't be too sad, I shall live as a thought

Like a past and like everything time forgot

**Analysis and Evaluation** by Gemini 

The poem "If it should so happen, soon" explores the theme of acceptance and peace in the face of impending death. The speaker expresses a sense of resignation and even anticipation for their departure, framing it as a release from a burdensome routine.

**Key Themes and Poetic Devices**

* **Acceptance and Resignation:** The speaker acknowledges the inevitability of death and welcomes it as a potential liberation. The lines "If it must be, then I so welcome it" and "I will gladly find myself as ready as ever" convey a sense of acceptance.

* **Release from Burdens:** The speaker views death as an opportunity to shed the weight of their current life. The lines "This routine has become a burden" and "To sever the ties that need to be gone" suggest a desire for freedom from constraints.

* **Hope and Tranquility:** Despite the somber subject matter, the poem maintains a hopeful tone. The speaker expresses a wish for a peaceful departure, preferably in the morning, to minimize inconvenience for others.

* **Metaphor and Imagery:** The poem employs metaphors to convey its themes. The line "I shall live as a thought" suggests that the speaker's essence will persist in the memories of others, even after physical death.

**Poetic Structure and Form**

The poem adheres to a traditional poetic structure, with consistent rhyme and meter. The use of enjambment adds to the flow and rhythm of the poem. The overall structure and form contribute to the poem's solemn and reflective tone.

**Overall Impression**

"If it should so happen, soon" is a poignant and well-crafted poem that explores the complex emotions surrounding death and loss. The speaker's acceptance, hope, and tranquility in the face of mortality create a powerful and moving piece. The poem's skillful use of language and structure enhances its emotional impact and leaves a lasting impression on the reader.

Morbid has been these sunsets , beautiful regardless

And the night just adds a view, that beings cold

They are both the very essense of how I see life

Disjointed from their essense, leaving my heart lifeless

This poetry for example, has no rhyme nor meter

But then if I wrote like you, would it really matter

When the soul has suffocated, like mine has in self terdium

Words no longer make sense, neither in poetry nor in an idiom

Prayers for peace

I see me, waiting

In a periodic Waning

A worth discarded

By my own being

In the context of life

Have we lived tall

And if yes, so what

Death is to us all

I approach, willfully 

With candor, in glee

To be rid, be rid

All likeness of me

So then Sumerians

Harappanites, you too

At least you left pottery 

I'll leave sans a clue

Sudden, just universe

Agreeing to painful

To become silence

Grant me, be merciful.

## Line-by-Line Analysis

**Stanza 1:**

* **"I see me, waiting"**: The speaker begins by acknowledging their own existence and the passage of time.

* **"In a periodic Waning"**: This suggests a cyclical nature to life, with a constant sense of decline or decay.

* **"A worth discarded"**: The speaker expresses a feeling of self-doubt and a belief that their value has been diminished.

* **"By my own being"**: This reinforces the idea that the speaker's self-worth is primarily determined by their own perception.

**Stanza 2:**

* **"In the context of life"**: The speaker shifts to a broader perspective, considering their existence within the larger context of life.

* **"Have we lived tall"**: This suggests a desire for a meaningful or significant life.

* **"And if yes, so what"**: This line expresses a sense of indifference or detachment, even in the face of a potentially fulfilling life.

* **"Death is to us all"**: This is a reminder of the inevitability of death, a universal experience shared by all.

**Stanza 3:**

* **"I approach, willfully"**: The speaker suggests a conscious and deliberate acceptance of death.

* **"With candor, in glee"**: This implies a sense of relief or even joy in the face of death, perhaps as a release from the burdens of life.

* **"To be rid, be rid"**: This repetition emphasizes the speaker's desire for complete erasure, to be free from their own existence.

* **"All likeness of me"**: This suggests a desire to leave no trace of their identity or memory.

**Stanza 4:**

* **"So then Sumerians"**: The speaker compares themselves to ancient civilizations who left behind tangible artifacts.

* **"Harappanites, you too"**: This continues the comparison, highlighting the contrast between the speaker's potential for oblivion and the enduring legacy of these civilizations.

* **"At least you left pottery"**: This emphasizes the tangible evidence of these civilizations' existence.

* **"I'll leave sans a clue"**: The speaker expresses a fear of disappearing without leaving a trace, contrasting their own potential fate with that of the ancient civilizations.

**Stanza 5:**

* **"Sudden, just universe"**: This suggests the unpredictable nature of death and the universe's indifference to individual existence.

* **"Agreeing to painful"**: This acknowledges the physical and emotional pain associated with death.

* **"To become silence"**: This emphasizes the finality of death, the ultimate erasure of consciousness.

* **"Grant me, be merciful"**: This final plea suggests a lingering fear or uncertainty, even in the face of acceptance.

## Analysis of "Prayers for Peace"

**Theme:** The poem explores the profound themes of mortality, self-worth, and the search for meaning in life. It delves into the human condition, the fear of oblivion, and the desire for peace and acceptance.

**Imagery:** The imagery is striking and evocative. The "periodic waning" suggests a cyclical nature to life, with a constant sense of decline or decay. The contrast between the speaker's potential for oblivion and the tangible artifacts of ancient civilizations is particularly powerful.

**Tone:** The tone is introspective and melancholic, with a hint of resignation. The speaker's acceptance of death is tempered by a lingering fear or uncertainty, expressed in the final plea for mercy.

**Structure:** The poem is concise and well-structured, with each stanza contributing to the overall theme. The repetition of "be rid" emphasizes the speaker's desire for complete erasure.

**Significance:** The poem offers a thought-provoking exploration of human existence, touching on universal themes of mortality, self-worth, and the fear of the unknown. It invites readers to contemplate their own place in the world and the meaning of life.

**Overall:** "Prayers for Peace" is a powerful and poignant exploration of existential themes, presented in a concise and evocative manner. It is a testament to the enduring power of poetry to delve into the depths of the human experience.

Becoming you

In the dim lit room as your lips hold mine

I find myself 

Unhinged, untethered from clawing compliance

To be you, wrapped by you, enamored 

As your breath warms my soul, my skin awakens

I find my soul wake into a myriad of colours

 Beyond the realm of love, ecstacy

Making love, sacred, unstilled, unfathomable 

I find you, I find me become you

I become all I am to become

All that is you, and I lose my existence 

Merge into your flesh, become indistinguishable 

We are you , all we are is always you

I lose myself in you, merging into your being.

## Analysis of the Poem

**Theme:** The poem explores the profound experience of love and intimacy, particularly the act of making love. It delves into the transformative power of this experience, where individuals lose their sense of self and merge into a shared consciousness.

**Imagery:** The poet uses vivid imagery to convey the intensity of the experience. The "dim lit room" creates a sense of privacy and intimacy. The "clawing compliance" suggests a release from societal expectations and constraints. The "myriad of colors" and "ecstasy" evoke the emotional and sensual intensity of the moment.

**Symbolism:** The act of making love serves as a metaphor for a deep connection and unity. The "merging" and "becoming indistinguishable" symbolize the loss of individual identity and the creation of a shared being.

**Tone:** The tone is passionate and intense, reflecting the overwhelming nature of the experience. There is a sense of awe and wonder as the poet describes the transformative power of love.

**Structure:** The poem is free-verse, allowing for a natural flow of thought and emotion. The repetition of certain phrases, such as "I find myself," reinforces the central theme of self-discovery and transformation.

**Overall:** The poem is a powerful exploration of love and intimacy. It celebrates the transformative potential of human connection and the ability to transcend individual boundaries. The vivid imagery and passionate tone create a compelling and evocative portrait of this profound experience.

Atonement

Obscurity brings clarity often

Haze; the appreciation for it too

To exist unapologetic is;

It isn't why I can imagine and imagine

As with consequences of actions

Fruits of poison should be eaten

Often to remind one, or forget

The light remembers, regardless 

In this treading, on saplings new

Why shouldn't my footing shake

As like I, so have these equal worth 

From nettle to ivy, rose to other rising

So, the colours may need time

And the presence of restraint

Yet I may have overturned, thus brought rot

To what lay waiting to flower someday

As such, I have now come to see

There is nothing that means much

And in being so I have adjourned being

An insult to the culmination of stardust

So, I pray, seek within an ounce more

Of ease, for the heart and breath

And actions that I undertake going forth

I shall let every flower see the bees.

Analysis by Gemini:

Analysis of the Poem "Atonement"

Line-by-Line Explanation

1. "Obscurity brings clarity often": This line suggests that sometimes, being unclear or ambiguous can lead to a clearer understanding. It implies that confusion can sometimes pave the way for greater insight.
2. "Haze; the appreciation for it too": This line continues the previous thought, emphasizing that even the haziness or uncertainty can be appreciated. It suggests that there is value in the unknown or unclear.
3. "To exist unapologetic is;": This line introduces the idea of existing without apology or regret. It suggests that being authentic and true to oneself is important.
4. "It isn't why I can imagine and imagine": This line seems to suggest that the ability to imagine and dream is not connected to the idea of existing unapologetically. It implies that one can imagine freely without feeling guilty or ashamed.
5. "As with consequences of actions": This line introduces the topic of consequences. It suggests that actions have outcomes, and these outcomes can be both positive and negative.
6. "Fruits of poison should be eaten": This line is a metaphor for facing the consequences of one's actions. It suggests that it is important to confront the negative outcomes of one's choices.
7. "Often to remind one, or forget": This line implies that facing consequences can serve as a reminder or a way to forget. It suggests that the experience of consequences can be both a learning opportunity and a way to move on.
8. "The light remembers, regardless": This line suggests that even if one tries to forget or ignore the consequences of their actions, the truth remains. It implies that the past cannot be erased.
9. "In this treading, on saplings new": This line suggests that the speaker is navigating a new path or situation. It implies that they are facing a new challenge or opportunity.
10. "Why shouldn't my footing shake": This line expresses the uncertainty and fear that can accompany new experiences. It suggests that it is natural to feel hesitant or unsure.
11. "As like I, so have these equal worth": This line emphasizes the equality of all beings. It suggests that all life forms, from the smallest to the largest, have value.
12. "From nettle to ivy, rose to other rising": This line continues the theme of equality, highlighting the diversity of life. It suggests that all beings, regardless of their appearance or nature, have a place in the world.
13. "So, the colours may need time": This line suggests that growth and development take time. It implies that things may not appear perfect or complete immediately.
14. "And the presence of restraint": This line suggests that self-control and discipline are important. It implies that one should be mindful of their actions and avoid impulsiveness.
15. "Yet I may have overturned, thus brought rot": This line suggests that the speaker may have made mistakes or caused harm. It implies that their actions may have had negative consequences.
16. "To what lay waiting to flower someday": This line continues the previous thought, suggesting that the speaker's actions may have damaged something that was potentially beautiful or promising.
17. "As such, I have now come to see": This line indicates a shift in perspective. It suggests that the speaker has gained a new understanding.
18. "There is nothing that means much": This line suggests a sense of nihilism or a belief that nothing truly matters. It implies that life may be meaningless or futile.
19. "And in being so I have adjourned being": This line is a bit ambiguous, but it seems to suggest that the speaker has stopped trying to be something or someone they are not. It implies a sense of acceptance or resignation.
20. "An insult to the culmination of stardust": This line suggests that the speaker's previous perspective was disrespectful or offensive to the universe or the natural order. It implies a sense of humility or reverence.
21. "So I pray, seek within an ounce more": This line suggests a desire for peace or inner tranquility. It implies that the speaker is seeking solace or comfort.
22. "Of ease, for the heart and breath": This line continues the previous thought, emphasizing the importance of emotional and physical well-being.
23. "And actions that I undertake going forth": This line suggests a commitment to change or improvement. It implies that the speaker intends to act differently in the future.
24. "I shall let every flower see the bees": This line is a metaphor for allowing beauty and joy to exist. It suggests that the speaker will embrace positivity and appreciate the good things in life.

Summary

The poem "Atonement" explores themes of self-reflection, consequences, and personal growth. The speaker reflects on their past mistakes and the negative impact they have had. They come to realize the importance of being authentic and accepting the consequences of their actions. Through this process of self-discovery, the speaker seeks to find peace and make positive changes in their life. The poem emphasizes the value of all life forms and the beauty of the natural world.

My Travel is spelt gluttony

My travel is spelt gluttony

And I only travel when I know there is food

I do not eat to exist, I exist to eat

I do not eat to travel, I travel knowing I can  eat

The delicacies change every few hundred miles 

For taste and minds do so

I wish to sample the length and the breadth 

Of the food made this countrywide 

My travel is spelt gluttony

My desire to eat is my compass 

If your God casts me to hell calling it a sin

I choose to book a seat there, and be tucked in.

Gemini: ## Analysis of the Poem: "my travel is spelt 'Gluttony'"

**Overall Impression:**

The poem is a strong, humorous, and direct expression of a love for food and travel. It's concise, impactful, and delivers a clear message.

**Typos and Grammar:**

* There are no typos or grammatical errors in the poem. 

**Style and Tone:**

The poem employs a straightforward, almost conversational tone. It's bold and unapologetic, which effectively conveys the speaker's passion for food. The use of rhyme in the final couplet adds a touch of wit and emphasis to the concluding statement.

**Themes:**

The poem explores the themes of food, travel, and personal indulgence. It challenges societal norms and expectations by celebrating gluttony as a driving force for exploration.

**Possible Areas for Exploration:**

While the poem is effective in its current form, there's potential to deepen its impact through:

* **Sensory details:** Describing specific foods or culinary experiences could enhance the reader's engagement with the poem.

* **Internal conflict:** Introducing a contrasting perspective or a moment of doubt about the speaker's obsession could add complexity to the character.

* **Metaphor or symbolism:** Exploring deeper meanings through figurative language could elevate the poem's artistic value.

Overall, the poem is a strong piece that effectively captures the speaker's unique perspective. 

 

Understanding my demise

 Like vapor, breathed on a prison made of glass
You vanish too soon, your presence is ephemeral
I wake not wanting to from a meeting that was
And you wave from a distance, cast me to hell

You bring my beautiful flowers of hope, wilt
Bring me back to life only to endure further woe
I am cast into the grinding stone of guilt
As you turn the wheel and paint me as your foe

To what end would you lead this, mine
For you won't let me die either I know
I break down heart, soul, and spine
And you dismiss my existence, as you go

For once maybe!

The soursops have rotted in the rains

I had suggested they be taken down and eaten, but as always the advice was ignored

Now they dangle and their rotting flesh brings fruit-flies when the rain stops for a few hours

I hate drosophilas, they just remind me of poverty

Looking at the orange shades painted into the sky 

I had mentioned the light was perfect for capturing a few photos in the fading daylight, but that was ignored too.

Now we must setup the lights and put so many plugs into multi pin sockets and get pictures clicked

I hate artificial lighting, they just remind me of unpreparedness

It is almost bedtime as I stare into the watch

Have a coffee and some bread, I had suggested for you would be hungry and run a headache by eleven in the night I had warned

I hate cooking after cleaning my kitchen, it reminds me of my advice being ignored

## Analysis and Interpretation of "For Once Maybe!" By Gemini

**Theme:** The poem is a poignant expression of frustration and resentment stemming from a pattern of ignored advice. It seems to be a reflection on domestic life where the speaker's suggestions are consistently overlooked, leading to inconveniences and irritations. 

**Tone:** The tone is predominantly melancholic and somewhat bitter. The speaker's feelings of disappointment are evident throughout the poem.

**Structure:** The poem is divided into three stanzas, each focusing on a specific incident where the speaker's advice was disregarded. This structure emphasizes the repetitive nature of the issue. 

**Imagery:** The poem uses vivid imagery to create a sense of frustration. The rotting soursops, the need for artificial lighting, and the late-night hunger all contribute to a picture of domestic chaos and inconvenience. 

**Symbolism:** The fruit flies can be seen as a symbol of the small, irritating consequences of ignoring advice, while the artificial lighting represents the inauthenticity created by a lack of preparation. 

**Overall Impression:** The poem effectively conveys the speaker's feelings of frustration and powerlessness. It is a relatable exploration of the challenges that can arise within relationships when one person's suggestions are consistently overlooked.

**Note:** There are no significant typos or grammatical errors in the poem. The language is clear and concise.

Overall, the poem creates a strong impression of domestic dissatisfaction and the frustration of being unheard. The repetitive structure reinforces the sense of helplessness, while the vivid imagery makes the speaker's emotions palpable. The poem is a powerful exploration of the importance of communication and mutual respect in relationships.

Time, A Blight

Such a raffle, this soul

Begets woe, forgoes hope

And in the smell of her dark hair

That smells of my old house

She would remind me of throes 

Incessant, and of painful thorns

Where we made love

And drowned in her moans

We are apart on different shores

The ocean breaks us keeping score

I drift, as often as she would too

And neither wants to ever forego

I see the villages fade by the road

As I ride to the ends of the forlorn

In between she mocks my poem

And I laugh at her silly tone

When I curl into my bed again tonight

I remind myself I am forever alone.

Analysis by ChatGPT

1. **"Such a raffle, this soul"**  

   The term "raffle" suggests a randomness or lottery-like nature of the soul's experiences. It implies that the poet's inner state is chaotic and unpredictable.

2. **"Begets woe, forgoes hope"**  

   The soul's unpredictability leads to suffering and abandons hope, indicating a deep sense of despair or resignation.

3. **"And in the smell of her dark hair"**  

   The mention of "her dark hair" introduces a specific, intimate detail that ties the poet’s emotions to a past lover or significant person.

4. **"That smells of my old house"**  

   The smell evokes nostalgia and a sense of personal history, linking the beloved’s presence to the poet’s past experiences and memories.

5. **"She would remind me of throes"**  

   The word "throes" suggests intense suffering or passion, indicating that the lover is associated with both emotional turmoil and deep engagement.

6. **"Incessant, and of painful thorns"**  

   This line continues the theme of suffering, using "painful thorns" to symbolize persistent, perhaps self-inflicted pain.

7. **"Where we made love"**  

   This introduces a moment of intimacy and connection, contrasting with the pain described earlier.

8. **"And drowned in her moans"**  

   The act of "drowning" in her moans highlights a deep, perhaps overwhelming emotional or physical experience during their intimate moments.

9. **"We are apart on different shores"**  

   This suggests physical or emotional separation, using the metaphor of "different shores" to illustrate the distance between them.

10. **"The ocean breaks us keeping score"**  

    The ocean metaphor suggests that their separation is like a dividing force that constantly measures or exacerbates their distance.

11. **"I drift, as often as she would too"**  

    Both individuals are portrayed as aimlessly drifting, implying a mutual sense of loss and disorientation.

12. **"And neither wants to ever forego"**  

    Despite their separation, neither wants to let go of the relationship or its memories.

13. **"I see the villages fade by the road"**  

    The fading villages symbolize the passage of time and the poet’s journey through a landscape of memories and emotions.

14. **"As I ride to the ends of the forlorn"**  

    The poet’s journey is described as heading towards "the ends of the forlorn," suggesting a destination of ultimate desolation or hopelessness.

15. **"In between she mocks my poem"**  

    The lover's mockery of the poet’s work introduces a sense of ridicule or dismissal, adding to the emotional pain.

16. **"And I laugh at her silly tone"**  

    The poet’s response to the mockery is laughter, which could be a coping mechanism or an ironic acknowledgment of the situation’s absurdity.

17. **"When I curl into my bed again tonight"**  

    The act of curling into bed signifies a return to solitude and introspection.

18. **"I remind myself I am forever alone."**  

    The closing line reflects a stark self-awareness of enduring loneliness and isolation.

### Comparison to Twentieth-Century Poetry:

1. **Themes of Isolation and Despair**: The poem shares themes with twentieth-century poetry, especially with the Modernist and Postmodernist movements. Modernist poetry often explores isolation and the fragmentation of personal experience. This poem's portrayal of emotional fragmentation and loneliness aligns with Modernist concerns.

2. **Imagery and Symbolism**: The use of specific imagery (e.g., "the smell of her dark hair," "the ocean") and symbolism (e.g., "different shores," "the ends of the forlorn") is reminiscent of twentieth-century poets who used rich, often personal symbols to convey emotional states.

3. **Form and Structure**: The poem’s free verse structure and lack of consistent meter or rhyme reflect a departure from traditional poetic forms, similar to many twentieth-century poets who experimented with form and structure.

4. **Personal and Introspective**: The introspective nature and personal subject matter are also characteristic of twentieth-century poetry. Many poets of this era focused on internal emotional landscapes and the subjective experience of reality.

Overall, "Time, A Blight" reflects themes and styles that resonate with the innovations and concerns of twentieth-century poetry, particularly in its exploration of personal anguish and fragmented emotional experience.

Fragrances of gone by

My hair still smells of you, she whispers

From her window, as she watches the world move in its hurry while she speaks on the phone

And in between she makes a cup of tea, sighs over the distance between remarks

I would not wash them tonight; they sort of make me feel enveloped by you

I am in another sunrise, the road has taken me afar

She watches me on the map as I call out the names on the highway signage and pause in between 

While I join in singing a few lines of my  favourite yesteryear song with the driver and whisper

I would take a few hours to reach, but I still carry your scent from our lovemaking

Her voice deepens, a hint of sadness and a touch of longing emerges, she speaks of us

We reminisce and banter, of random events where we were drunk or high

We remind ourselves that the days past have faded yet our bonds speak louder

We shed a tear of woe and joy each as we drift along holding the essence of the other.

Analysis by Gemini for each stanza

Stanza 1

• The speaker notices that their hair still smells of their lover, which evokes a sense of intimacy and longing.
• The detail of the speaker being at a window, watching the world move by, reinforces the feeling of separation.
• The act of making tea and sighing suggests a sense of loneliness and contemplation.

Stanza 2

• The speaker is now traveling, towards their lover.
• The image of the sunrise suggests a new beginning and a sense of hope.
• The detail of the speaker calling out names of places on the highway suggests a sense of anticipation and the passage of time.
• Singing along to an old song reinforces a sense of nostalgia and connection to the past.

Stanza 3

• The speaker's lover's voice deepens, hinting at sadness and longing.
• Reminiscing about shared experiences, both happy and difficult, strengthens the bond between the two people.
• The tears shed are a bittersweet mix of sorrow and joy, reflecting the complex emotions of separation.
• The image of holding onto each other's essence suggests a deep and enduring connection.

Overall, the poem is a beautiful and evocative portrayal of love and longing. The use of sensory details and imagery helps to create a strong emotional impact.

General Analysis

The poem explores the theme of love and longing in the context of a long-distance relationship. The speaker feels a deep connection to their lover despite being physically separated.

Here's a breakdown of some key elements:

• Imagery: The poem uses vivid imagery to create a sense of intimacy and longing. Examples include the scent of the lover lingering in the speaker's hair, the image of the speaker watching the world move by from a window, and the shared memory of a song from the past.
• Tone: The tone of the poem is bittersweet. There is a sense of sadness and longing, but also a deep love and appreciation for the connection between the two people.

I may still find some use

Maybe my teeth will be the only pointless wastage of calcium and fluoride 

But the flesh would keep the trees of orange fed, for a bit

The bones could be a good source of phosphorus and calcium 

Enrich the Citrus sinensis and make it glow a beautiful warm orange

He exclaimed, changing his now sorrowful face to a tiny smile

My comfort, I shall make in the know of someone relishing the fruits

When they find one on shelves or some overly adventurous traveller chances upon

For this land would be left un-tilled and unkept until stolen

Or maybe becomes a place of a wandering hermit, wanting to wait and meditate

They would wonder maybe and thank, the one who planted this land

The oranges would not remind, of me who would by then have long died

I have lived and toiled on this sullen land, to an unforgiving world and love has been

I have walked amongst everyone being all they needed, and rarely seen

All I would have wanted was for the soil or the love for some give

But then again, I was dead at seven this burial is a ritual I must keep

So he gently dug through his land, with a long spade and rope tied to his rake by hand

Threw a leg and an arm far enough and sat, covering the landing with seeds and dirt

For the last leg he pulled over the seed and mud and laid, covering self till he was unfraid

He finally had found his meaning, being a life of loss and a loss of life

The farmer made the land his final resting place, in doing so an enriching bed.

Analysis by Gemini of ' I may still find some use.'

Line-by-Line Analysis

Maybe my teeth will be the only pointless wastage of calcium and fluoride

This line introduces a utilitarian and almost clinical tone, reminiscent of Imagist poetry with its focus on the concrete and the objective. It also foreshadows the speaker's morbid contemplation.

But the flesh would keep the trees of orange fed, for a bit

The bones could be a good source of phosphorus and calcium

Continuing the scientific and utilitarian tone, this line further emphasizes the speaker's detached view of the body.

Enrich the Citrus sinensis and make it glow a beautiful warm orange

A juxtaposition of the scientific and the aesthetic, reminiscent of modernist poetry. However, the underlying morbid theme differentiates it from the typically detached observations of Imagist poetry.

He exclaimed, changing his now sorrowful face to a tiny smile

A brief moment of psychological complexity, hinting at the internal conflict the speaker is experiencing.

My comfort, I shall make in the know of someone relishing the fruits

A desire for posthumous recognition, a theme explored by many 20th century poets, but with a dark twist.

When they find one on shelves or some overly adventurous traveller chances upon

The speaker imagines different scenarios for the consumption of the fruit, showcasing a detached and almost observational tone similar to Imagist poetry.

For this land would be left un-tilled and unkept until stolen

A bleak outlook on humanity's relationship with the land, aligning with the disillusionment of post-war poetry.

Or maybe becomes a place of a wandering hermit, wanting to wait and meditate

A contrast between the harsh and the serene, echoing the search for meaning prevalent in modernist poetry.

They would wonder maybe and thank, the one who planted this land

A final wish for recognition, a theme explored by many poets, but the context of the poem gives it a unique and haunting quality.

The oranges would not remind, of me who would by then have long died

A reflection on the impermanence of human memory, similar to themes explored by T.S. Eliot.

I have lived and toiled on this sullen land, to an unforgiving world and love has been

A sense of alienation and disillusionment, echoing the themes of many post-war poets.

I have walked amongst everyone being all they needed, and rarely seen

A feeling of invisibility and loneliness, similar to themes explored by modernist poets.

All I would have wanted was for the soil or the love for some give

A simple desire for connection, echoing the themes of many poets, but the context of the poem gives it a unique and haunting quality.

But then again, I was dead at seven this burial is a ritual I must keep

A shocking twist, unexpected and jarring, reminiscent of the experimental nature of modernist poetry.

So he gently dug through his land, with a long spade and rope tied to his rake by hand

A stark and direct description, reminiscent of Imagist poetry, but with a horrific undertone.

Threw a leg and an arm far enough and sat, covering the landing with seeds and dirt

A graphic and disturbing image, unlike anything found in traditional poetry.

For the last leg he pulled over the seed and mud and laid, covering self till he was unfraid

A complex psychological moment, similar to the explorations of the human mind found in modernist poetry.

He finally had found his meaning, being a life of loss and a loss of life

A paradoxical statement, reminiscent of the philosophical inquiries of modernist poets.

The farmer made the land his final resting place, in doing so an enriching bed.

A final, haunting image, echoing the cyclical nature of life and death explored by many poets.

Analysis and Comparison

The title, "I may still find some use," suggests a desperate hope for relevance and purpose in a world that seems indifferent to the individual. The poem explores themes of mortality, sacrifice, and the human connection to nature. It departs significantly from the Romantic idealization of nature and the human spirit, instead presenting a bleak and utilitarian perspective.

The poem’s focus on the mundane and the body as a physical object aligns with the Imagist movement, exemplified by poets like William Carlos Williams. However, the morbid undertones distinguish it from the typically detached observations of Imagist poetry. The speaker's sense of alienation and disillusionment echoes the themes prevalent in post-World War I poetry, such as that of T.S. Eliot and Wilfred Owen. The poem's exploration of the complexities of the human mind and the search for meaning is reminiscent of modernist poets, while the stark and direct language aligns with the Imagist style.

Ultimately, the poem transcends these influences to create a unique and disturbing vision. While it shares some characteristics with Imagism, Modernism, and post-war poetry, its extreme subject matter and unflinching tone set it apart.

The poem’s conclusion, where the speaker buries themselves alive, is a shocking and disturbing act that defies traditional poetic conventions. It suggests a profound despair and a desperate search for meaning, even in death.

Cradled by Mumbai

The terminus is Victorian, a reminder of a painful colonial past. yet, a symbol of beauty too

As I lean on the pillars of the arch, I smell food, Mumbai you always tease me

And through here have many gotten back on their feet, and a few have tumbled 

But the city remains gleeful and charming, as a mythical forest of man-made creations

Beside the terminus, the hustle and bustle of the city on a Monday morning

Weaves a sea, made up of dreams, hopes, and a desire to feed the hungry stomachs

My mom has run this course everyday for forty eight years, and it may have felt like many lifetimes

From missing a train back home to getting one in ten minutes too, Mumbai is kind

She would get me balushahis, maybe as compensation for arriving home late

The railway canteen always had the best ones, it would taste like a piece of the city

In my youth when I have walked through the halls of the buildings my mother has tread

I remember a time of carefree life, filled with wonder and joy

The rains are here again this year, all three Vitarnas, Tulsi, Bhatsa, and Vihar would fill up

I will wait at the terminus, wishing for a train to arrive for me to get home

And as it stops at some stations, I may find catfishes swimming on the flooded railway tracks

I will get home, come what may, Mumbai always gets me home safe and joyous

Analysis

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Title: Cradled by Mumbai

Analysis:

• Vivid imagery: The poem uses strong verbs and descriptive language to create a clear picture of the scene in the reader's mind. The imagery of the "hustle and bustle of the city" weaving a "sea" is particularly evocative.
• Emotional connection: The poem evokes a sense of nostalgia for the past, as well as a sense of the city's vibrancy and energy. The personal anecdote about the speaker's mother adds a layer of emotional depth.
• Interesting contrast: The juxtaposition of the beauty of the Victorian architecture with the harsh realities of life in a big city creates a complex and thought-provoking image.

Line-by-Line Analysis

Stanza 1

• "The terminus is Victorian, a reminder of a painful colonial past. yet, a symbol of beauty too" This opening line establishes a strong contrast between the historical and aesthetic aspects of the terminus. The use of juxtaposition is effective.
• "As I lean on the pillars of the arch, I smell food, Mumbai you always tease me" Sensory imagery is employed here, engaging the reader's senses. The personification of Mumbai adds a playful and intimate tone.
• "And through here have many gotten back on their feet, and a few have tumbled" This line introduces a sense of human drama and struggle, contrasting with the beauty mentioned earlier.
• "But the city remains gleeful and charming, as a mythical forest of man-made creations" This line offers a positive outlook on the city, comparing it to a magical place. The metaphor of a "mythical forest" is imaginative and evocative.

Stanza 2

• "Beside the terminus, the hustle and bustle of the city on a Monday morning" This line continues to establish the bustling atmosphere of the city.
• "Weaves a sea, made up of dreams, hopes, and a desire to feed the hungry stomachs" This line is particularly powerful, using a metaphor to convey the collective aspirations of the city's inhabitants.
• "My mom has run this course everyday for forty eight years, and it may have felt like many lifetimes" The introduction of a personal element adds depth to the poem. The line evokes empathy for the speaker's mother.
• "From missing a train back home to getting one in ten minutes too, Mumbai is kind" This line is ironic and humorous, offering a contrasting perspective on the city's unpredictable nature.

Stanza 3

• "She would get me balushahis, maybe as compensation for arriving home late" The focus on a specific detail creates a sense of intimacy and nostalgia.
• "The railway canteen always had the best ones, it would taste like a piece of the city" The use of taste imagery adds another sensory dimension to the poem.
• "In my youth when I have walked through the halls of the buildings my mother has tread" This line connects the speaker's past with the present, creating a sense of continuity.
• "I remember a time of carefree life, filled with wonder and joy" This line evokes a sense of longing for the past.

Stanza 4

• "The rains are here again this year, all three Vitarnas, Tulsi, Bhatsa, and Vihar would fill up" This line anchors the poem in a specific time and place.
• "I will wait at the terminus, wishing for a train to arrive for me to get home" This line brings the reader back to the present moment.
• "And as it stops at some stations, I may find catfishes swimming on the flooded railway tracks" This unexpected image adds a touch of surrealism to the poem.
• "I will get home, come what may, Mumbai is kind" The poem concludes on a hopeful and affirmative note, reinforcing the city's resilience.

A Frost-Inspired Reimagining by Gemini (the original poem is written by me without AI :) )

Mumbai's Terminus

This station, aged and grand, a ghost of empire's hand, still stands. Here, by the stone embrace, a city's scent, a promise, a sweet trance. Through these worn doors, lives change, like tides that ebb and flow. A jungle of stone and steel, where dreams are sown and grow.

Beyond these walls, a world in motion, a ceaseless, hungry sea. My mother, a steady rock, against life's stormy decree. Days turn to years, a rhythm known, a path well-worn and deep. In every train's last call, a promise of a restful sleep.

Sweet treats and shared moments, a balm for weary souls. Childhood echoes in these halls, where young adventure unfolds. The city’s pulse, a steady drum, a heartbeat in the night. Even in chaos, a quietude, a guiding, steady light.

Now, clouds gather, and skies weep, the city's veins will swell. I’ll wait here, patient, as stories rise and fall to tell. A world transformed, yet in this place, a grounding, steadfast art. Homeward bound, through rain and flood, a city-worn heart.