Bards and Minstrels…

This semester at college we have taken this new course with the intriguing name “Bards and Minstrels.” Before you get too interested, it’s just simply a poetry class where we read and struggle to write something  which can be classified as poetry.

Now I’ve never read or written poetry in my entire life. Usually, I don’t even understand it till somebody explains it to me. So I’ve never really taken an interest in it.

That’s what everyone in my class says, too. Or maybe a few say that they do like poetry but have never written it. So when a few days back our teacher suddenly told us to write a poem in ten minutes during class, I, contentedly wrote my first non-rhyming, non-flowing non-poetic few lines, satisfied to know that I wouldn’t be the only one spelling out disaster.

But as my luck would have it, it turned out that most of my friends are great poets, masha’Allah! I mean, as each of them read out their brilliant work in class, I got pleasantly surprised, intimidated and all the more self-conscious about my own crap.

But obviously I had to read it when my turn came. Before my turn, I was feeling uncomfortable, dejected and even depressed about my writing. But after I read my poem, I just sat back and told myself that not knowing crap about poetry, if I had managed to even write something which other people can call a poem, that was an achievement.

So without feeling shy and self-conscious, I’m gonna post the very first poem of my life on my blog. There’s no title, really, since the teacher just gave us a word “Blue” to write about. Actually, we were told to think up of 10 words which come to our mind when we think of the word blue and then make a poem outta them. ( I thought of stuff like peace, blue eyes, immenseness-I know immensity is a better word but immenseness came to my mind first so I used it-sue me! Hehe)

I guess “Blue” can be a title but it sounds bleh!

P.s. This is supposed to be divided into paragraphs or whatever you call them, but somehow this stupid blog aint letting me put in the required space!

The peace reflecting fromthe serene warm sea.The flight of the birds

on a pleasant sunny day.

And the fingernails of the

child struggling against the freezing winds.

The cold betrayal of the

penetrating icy glare.

And the bruises left on the

naked battered heart.

The blue of the

blueness of immenseness.

And the blues of the

world I live in.