As I sing of melancholy
No longer sad in its tone,
I lend my ears to what surrounds
Ah! Sweet silence, sweet recluse!
Surely the gift of peace at hand
I sing the epoch of my own self
I sing the era of my own being
Atlas! I am myself – happy and content
Beneath this wholesome void
Lies the tranquil solitude I seek,
And there I sit and sing
A sweet melancholy song.
Mizo mipa chauh hi emaw melancholic ka tia, hmeichhia pawh in lo nih ve tho hi lolzzzz a gothic ka ti tlat tun tum chu... keep on going ma fren
ReplyDeletehetinag peom tha tak mai i gaihtuah chhak thei hi i fak awm khawp mai...a mood ah min chentir thei a lawm mawle...ka chhiar lai khian keimahah ka in channa nuam dan tur hi....lolz
ReplyDeleteI thu ziah lam hi kan soi hrih lo loks teh ang.
ReplyDeleteKa soi duh zok chu mo -
I doih zep lutuk a nih hi, hetiang khop a talent nei tha te chuan engah nge hmanah khan I thu leh hla hmang hian Zoram khawvel ah hian I hming I la tih lar loh.
great poem but not good practise....its like a pandora's box inside..
ReplyDeleteno recluse after all man is also a social animal..hi hi
"Atlas! I am myself – happy and content"- what this means?
-zuala
if u do it for the fame.. then ur not doing it for yourself.... the passion will pass...
ReplyDeleteand im off your train....
keep it true and real.
"Man is a social animal" true, but every now and then one needs his own space... perhaps to re-evaluate his life, to find his true inner self, his worth... then with that healthy mindset shall he re-join society... and would not that be better?
ReplyDeletetrue....but sometimes when we reflect too much inwards, we may unknowingly end up hurting people who deserve our attention you know..case is we sometimes miss opening doors and windows when we ought too...
ReplyDeleteBut at the same time, yes, peace, love, bliss...they all come from within and we have to seek them there
this poem and the previous one make me think and wonder (touched), which means it was written with emotion!1 he he
I van remkhawm nalh vele, good job yeee haaa
ReplyDeleteA hmasa ber ami lah khi, hmuh gothic hi a tumnghal sa run niawm tak a ni.
Ha2 nia tro..... he breathe, drink, eat, see Gothic lyom!!! :)
ReplyDeletenice piece yet again. always be yourself
ReplyDeletejudge not upon thee who worships you...
ReplyDeletefor in his eyes lies deciet...
judge not urself upon thee....
for in your eyes lies deciet.....
min inspire tlat...
- AND IVE READ OF JULY AND OF JUNE :)
Ah... sweet melancholy song, i sing them over and over again... Sweet Sunday, sweet breeze... sweet happiness... i so luv this blog!!!
ReplyDelete"wasted sunday" lo phuah chhunzawm teh
ReplyDeleteAnonymous once told me "do it for yourself" :)
ReplyDeleteIm sorry mine's not wasted^^^^
mine was totally 'wasted' :P
ReplyDeleteman i wish i could use words like u did.......it describes so much in so less.......u r just so F***** Great........Keep Up The Good Work......N Lo phuah Chhunzawm zel Teh...... I ToTaLlY LoVeD It..........
ReplyDeleteThnx Bluddy Boiz^^^^ Mark, maybe we should put the rendezvous train meet to poetry.... now dat wud be interesting huh? :)
ReplyDeleteNo denying how melancholic this poem is. Good job.
ReplyDeleteThnx @Khabezuma
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