Creative Nuisance

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Rebirth of a Rebel

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The rebel and his army

He looked down onto the wet earth,
The  ashes  still  warm on  the  pyre,
A  glance  with neglect   and  dearth
At his rebel ideas  razing in the  fire.

As   numbness   bloated  the   hollow  fog
And vapours condensed on glasses moist,
He’s  proud   for  that   mighty   prologue
And  of the fearless  opinions  he  voiced.

– Each one of us has two lives – one where we live and the other where our ideas live. Most of us are not passionate enough to contribute significantly to the second part. The Rebel lives on, dormant in each one of us, without ever realizing its power to put forth new ideas and inspiration for the next generation.

– This poem is a toast to all those Bloggers and Activists who are voicing their opinions and trying to educate the masses.

He looked down onto the wet earth,

The  ashes  still  warm  on  the  pyre,

A  glance  with neglect   and  dearth

At his rebel ideas  razing in the  fire.

As   numbness  bloated  the   hollow  fog

And vapours condensed on glasses moist,

He’s   proud   for  that   mighty   prologue

And  of the fearless  opinions  he  voiced.

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Written by Abhishek

August 16, 2010 at 7:16 PM

8 Responses

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  1. Love the photograph and the sentiment within the poem…cheers!

    slpmartin

    August 16, 2010 at 9:31 PM

  2. This was plain fantastic, Abhishek!!!!
    It would be lovely if both our lives coincided… would’t it ?! 🙂
    We are all striving towards it…
    Cheers to us all !!!!

    I loved this poem…. it spoke to me on a very personal level as well.. cuz my husband actually calls me rebel too!! 🙂

    Kavita

    August 17, 2010 at 2:53 AM

    • Let’s celebrate the fusion of our real and ideal worlds with some lovely Friendship awards.. hope you like them, Abhishek..
      Cheers!

      Kavita

      August 18, 2010 at 1:37 AM

  3. Amazing poem! In tribute to that little rebel inside all of us, and that little rebel is always trying to get out. I think more of us need to let loose that rebel inside of us (if we haven’t already), because in times like we live in now, we desperately need a change. Great post, really liked it!

    The photograph is amazing too. Very aptly put in. 🙂

    deadpoet88

    August 17, 2010 at 8:06 AM

  4. Evocative yet subtle, x

    tanya

    August 18, 2010 at 4:28 PM

  5. vivid image,
    your words match perfectly.
    😉

    Jingle

    August 20, 2010 at 12:06 AM

  6. Fantastic poem!

    Classic

    August 20, 2010 at 8:51 PM

  7. Ohh I loved this. Awsum.

    gazal

    August 27, 2010 at 1:54 PM


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