Why I wish I can publish my poems

You probably feel I am pretty arrogant and that I think too much about myself. Especially considering the fact that most of you haven’t read my poems/ don’t like them. But it does look like people like them enough to copy them. The worst part is I can’t track who is copying it.

I don’t care about the poems being copied,  I am happy what I write is being spread. I am worried that I am not getting credit for it. I have tried numerous times to find a way to publish. I considered POD, but that doesn’t help much. Not many buy through POD and that isn’t going to help me get credit/ make people realize who the real author is.

Maybe I should take away my poems from the net. I thought about it and decided against it. That doesn’t solve anything. I would mind it that much if people copied the other posts. My poems are special to me, they matter a lot. I feel bad about this. If you know a solution, help me out.

Many of you have given suggestions in the past, as to what I can do with my poems. I have tried most of the stuff you guys have recommended but all lead to a cul-de-sac.

I can’t trace who copies, because I think it isn’t used online(I have to search thoroughly, but have little time to spare right now). Hope I find a way out of this.

P.S:-1) Publishers, er…if people keep copying, doesn’t that mean my stuff has potential?

2) Sorry again for not replying to your comments, I read all of them, but have very little time to reply at the moment.

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An awesome few days!!

Victory can do funny things to you. Yes, it wasn’t the Olympics, but it still helped me a lot- much more than even I thought. For once lady luck seemed to have smiled on me. I thank her, thank you miss, where you are, what ever you are upto.

I have never felt this confident. I feel a new belief, I am more than optimistic, I believe in my own ability to believe and have belief in my ability. It doesn’t matter if it was an easy contest, or whatever, but at least I didn’t screw up this time. It feels great to have some luck and actually do something worthwhile.

I should thank my friends for believing in me. Maybe they brought in the luck part. A huge thanks to all- especially Dhruva and AKR. We(my department) won three “culturals” in three days( held by various departments of Loyola) and well one which we won on the final day was specially special- we participated in 4 events, came first 3 and second in 1 and won it. I should mention this fellow called TTV – the fellow won something like 6 or 7 events in two days- damn good. And yes I should thank my seniors as well, for trusting us.

And everything else also seems to be falling in place(except for studies? Ha, well have to start studying again 😛 ). It’s been awesome.  That’s what this poem is about(for those follow my poetry blog as well).

Well Lady(luck that’s you) do stick around for a while, can do with your help 😀

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Day two- after winning big bucks(no cash though 😛 )

My 300th poem

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Beyond illusions

We will open our eyes,
See beyond the horizon
And sit in our castle’s porch,
Knowing from where we rose,
That finally we reached where we chose,
Albeit the illusions and the remorse.


For the strength of an illusion lies with the perceiver,
And somewhere in there we always want something better;

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As we talk together

When I see light ,
I know nothing can die.
When I see you,
I know I need not fight.
When I know you ,
I know what is right.
When we are together,
The world not perish,never;

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A thought

A single thought can make or break ,
A single thought can set life ablaze.

The power from with , prompts
And there begins the chain of thoughts.
An inspiration from the world,
Sets opens the dams and let flow,the thoughts.

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What lies beyond my sight?

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The grass seems brighter on this side,
But who knows what lies beyond my sight.

To accept and stay,
Or move and find a way to a distant place?

Am I as good as I believe,
What can I really achieve?

Where does my heart want to lead?
Why is their a need to “succeed”?

Are dreams meant to be left,
And never in reality dwelt?

If only I was sagacious,
I would be more gracious,
Till then I try to be adventurous,
But do not know if I am tenacious or audacious.

The grass seems brighter on this side,
But who knows what lies beyond my sight?

destiny

Mind,

Remind,

Revive,

Realize,

Reinstate-

Colours,

Illusions,

Deceptions,

Disappointment,

Acceptance-

Poise,

Balance,

Push,

Disturbance,

Indignation,

Trapped,

Freedom,

Contained,

Renamed,

Framed,

Named,

Faces-

Identity,

Humanity,

Sanity,

Serenity,

Knowledge,

Ignorance,

Search,

Darkness,

Lights,

Startled,

Glare,

Blinding,

Within,

Spark,

Feeling,

Engaging.

Thoughts.

Understanding.

Calm,

Quiet,

Fiat,

Faith,

Hope.

Penning,

Sketching,

Representing,

Destiny.

The light shines the brightest

optimism and pessimism

The world seems to rush ,
calm and passionate ,
The world tries to repulse
The being into belonging.

Thought less actions ,
Valiant and confident decisions
Through the never ending days –
Somewhere a calender must end.

Materialist needs and wants,
Bubble happiness and disappointment,
Leading hue filled raiment,
The bold look- deference.

Laughter a relief ,
Smile a belief ,
Grip- to show we aren’t meek,
A loud voice, we aren’t weak.

Infinite patience ,
Trying to make sense-
Where a blind reverence
Thrives on a sour penance;

The serenity challenged,
The need to be indifferent,
Yet to feel is human,
To think even more so.

As if wont ignorance
Can cajole a man into callous
Penchant for the stained
Land(as it is) and

Kill the need
For purity and inheritance
The right of every member of the clan
Of human-a hand in the making of a nation.

Religious pride,
A sacrilege, a blasphemous divide.
A universal good,
Killed in the would and could,

Buried with a blood dirge;
Someday it will all be purged
By a tenacious will,
Of those whose sagacity wills.

Optimism-
The day is not far away.

Pessimism-
Who does have a say?

The light shines the brightest