when you are talking to yourself
in a train, peak hours
later in a hustling local bar, happy hours
and finally a real conversation
with your cat-mouse chasing feet
till you hit your bed
that’s poetry
when you are talking to yourself
in a train, peak hours
later in a hustling local bar, happy hours
and finally a real conversation
with your cat-mouse chasing feet
till you hit your bed
that’s poetry
arjun bagga 
My son Matt, the comic book guy, used to talk his stories out loud as he walked around when he was younger. Maybe you are always in poetry writing mode? Picture -” Moth to a Flame?”
Not as good as you. You have an eye for interesting characters, incidents, weaving humor stories back to back, I so look forward to read them. (Image changed. A Fiasco. Don’t ask)
Puhleeeeese. No. You are. Love the new picture. When we were in Nepal City, we wandered into an pottery area. Awesome.
Ha, Nepal too?!
Wow, I’m amazed.
🙂 Now that was a trip.
Looking forward 🙂
To the poet, what else is Life itself if not poetry?
Great image by the way. Love it.
I absolutely agree, Richard.
I’m glad you like the image.
Warm Regards
Arjun
Love the poem too, just to be clear.
Peace.
Peace.
Lovely sentiment! Lovely photo! I struggle with feeling like I cannot write poetry. You’ve made me feel that I can today. Thank you.
Anita, Please do write. You’re such a talent with voice, this is but natural.
I look forward to hearing from you. Make me smile.
I like the image.
Thanks Elisa
Beautiful!!!! Yes, all moments, feelings, images can translate into poetry…
You are far more experienced writer and poet than me, Arjun. 🙂
I’m afraid that’s not the case. In fact your writings inspire me
You make me smile Arjun.
Arjun, I’ve made a quite amazing spiritual journey in this life. I’ve been close to death, I’ve experienced love, loss, pain, self pity, all you can imagine…
I write from my memories, my past, my present…
If you look at my poems you will see that almost all are about love and almost all say that whatever feeling, one must live with passion and feel with passion.
I am still learning and I am still growing inside, this is my journey in this life. If I have a gift, that is to feel. And I have grown it,accepted it it and given it to all. It’s my curse and blessing. I keep the curse for myself, I will try to give all the blessing part. 🙂
Brick by Brick, we’ll make it work. A worthy wall to hide behind and quietly write. This is our journey Ela!
Yes. People make this journey without giving a thought.
But there are some who feel, analyze and write about this travel of spirit.. and sometimes, for short moments, manage to even drive a bit and influence their destiny 🙂
Well said Ela!
Sounds like you’ve been seriously bitten by that poetry bug Arjun. Good! Me too. Keep them coming. 🙂
I’m in awe of your work. Right from the start Michele.
I feel a definite connect in your work and mine though our perspectives might differ. I hope you agree.
Yes – we are Yin and Yang I think!
Yes 🙂
Unlocked 😀
I’d like to hear what you think about it.
Here’s the link
https://arjunbagga.wordpress.com/2012/11/10/auntys/
Yes, you’re a poet, alright. The beautiful shot attests to this too.
Alright. Now, I can show off my post along with your comment. I’m good.
I often talk to myself, sometimes I even make sense 😀
I have lately begun to tell myself, Beware of Swiss roll.
What’s wrapped within, might give me a heart attack.
You have to take the rough with the smooth, and the jam with the cream in this life, sad but true..
I get the hint. We are going to be friends forever!
Or at least until the beer runs out 😀 There is a lot of beer in the world too…
Damn! I lose.
You can never lose when you have your trusty Swiss roll..
Keep’em coming. I rather get used to it.
I’m sure you talk to the Evil Beagle too 😀
Damn! It took me a while to get that. OH!
Manon, You just wait!
I haven’t slept proper last 2 nights. I’m so wasted…
Wasted or stoned? 😀
I’ll be back in a few hours so take your time 🙂
You forgot that you have to sleep again, didn’t you? Have a good one 🙂
Talking to yourself is a sign of genius! At least that’s what I keep telling myself 😀 And what’s with you guys and the Swiss rolls?
Ah! of course, You are far ahead of us both 😀
Can he read this comment? he should link you to his post about Swiss rolls. His wild imagination.
II’m ahead in the craziness, I know 😀 And he should link me, I hate being left out 😀
Yes, it is.
My wife and I would love it if you could send a few of your favorite recipes.our way. Nothing that burns the taste buds, however.
Greg, you around? I need quick help
What’s up?
Sorted out 🙂
How have you been?
My wife has been seriously ill, but she is on the mend now. I have been busy taking care of her for the last 2 weeks.
Oh
We should be in touch on email.
agreed……mel_famy@yahoo.com
Wow, I never saw this photo– it is wonderful! Great patterns and the hands add so much to an already good image! I love the poem, too– the “cat mouse chasing feet.” Great stuff, Arjun!
🙂 I wrote a small poem for the image. Thought I’ll share with you.
I can feel the water in my gut, a chill in my spine, warm-air clouds brewing around my ears, a rain song, my knees jazzed, I’m alive!
I love the photo! It is perfect for the cat-mouse chasing feet!
I know this guy who carries a bottle of oregano and red chilly flakes in his bag. Any meal home-made or outside he pulls them out.
Cool. I often think about how many things in life are poetry. My dog looking in my eyes and smiling is poetry… trees swaying in the wind, is the Goddess dancing Her poetry…
It is my humble observation. Of many poets I have come across on WP, you think, talk, live poetry.
In fact one post of yours in where you describe sunlight falling on the chair (Some sort of a dance, I faintly remember) is amazing!
Your comment board is closed except for the two latest posts?
I took my blogs down for a couple of days and made them private thinking that I didn’t want to write poetry on the net, and so I deleted the comments [but I kept them in my e-mail files], however, I changed my mind! lol
I have it set to only have comments on new posts now, because it seemed rude to delete the comments that people left with so much love and then have comments open on those posts.
Okay. I get It! I used to do that often on fb 🙂
The delusions of a poet.
I used to get so mad before but now I’ve found a way out here on WP at least. I started a new blog for my images, quiet pad to hibernate 😉
I don’t like the bully tactics wordpress has started up with: first, if one pressed “Like” on a blog one is not following, the software was set to ask, “You and 10… people like this post, follow blog?” After that, wordpress set up the software to say on a “Like” from a blog I follow, “you like this post, want to leave a comment?”
It was that bullying that I did not want to be a part of anymore, but I do like some of the aspects here and after consideration, the good parts outweigh the parts I don’t like about wordpress so I decided to hang my hat here, after all.
True. We are slaves to WP, FB or any other social platform but if we want to share, this is all we got.
Our readers have done no harm. Keep them intact.
Nice. Good advice.
Love the photo…I feel like these words just right now…thank your for letting me “feel” with your words and travel with intensity 😉
What will I do without your compliments, I’m so getting used to them 😉
…and will not stop 😉 my friend 😉
had to read this 3 times lol
and that photo oh my the repetition on the photo and the hands placement
there is a story right there
Yes. You are my “REAL” friend.
Oh! the photo…I see a definite connection between the image and your new post
Great Poem
so i deserve M&M’s?
Of Course
“cat-mouse chasing feet” 😀 Love it!
Miserable poet. Ha Ha!
But I straighten up on your blog, I swear!
Sssh! Don’t tell anyone.
Cross my heart, I won’t! But you just did;).
I like the way you dance with words.
Huh! Now I’m conscious. Typed and retraced thrice, my eyes back n forth..What’s happening?!
I’ll see you soon. Me shutting up for now.
Love the poem and the photo !
Thank you so much. I’m glad. Have a great Sunday 🙂
Fun!
Arjun
Very aptly put. I’d be lost if I couldn’t talk to myself. Of course the people I really feel sadness for are those homeless or mentally ill who talk away cause no one will usually talk to them. I have refined my answers to myself so they are less massive. I take too much time answering myself. I run out of time for other things.LOL
Take care. You are an enjoyable writer and listener.
Namaste
Yisraela
Consider the other way round. The inability in me to be equally responsive.
Grazie.
Arjun
I have one question what does Grazie mean? I love new and interesting terms. Like new words in your Indian culture other than Namaste.I so love to be able to greet or make others at home with some of their culture or words.
Yisraela
Italian for Thank you
I’ve learned it here on WP. There are some exceptional poets from Italy and Romania.
Arjun
I only have one question here. What is a cat – mousing chase feet? I tried so hard to visualize that one. I am guessing you meant your cat chasing a mouse around your feet or a cat chasing your feet with a mouse? Sorry the visual is hilarious!
May you always talk to yourself as much as I do.
Yisraela
Ah, when really drunk, we lose control over our senses. Here for the two swaying feet I have used the analogy of cat chasing a mouse.
Arjun
Ahhhhhhhhhhh I get it. I have had a few of those moments in my life were even the table was chasing my feet around. Yet I couldn’t seem to get up. Good analogy you use.
Yisraela
Good analogy you used right now. More poetic and thoughtful.