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Stanza 20 of the Ars Poetica—Truth or Trickery?

Trust me when I say—
there’s a time-lapse
between the download of an idea
and its descent into ink.
What begins as a flicker
becomes dancing curves,
tapping a rhythm
onto the pulp of papyrus.

But somewhere in that gap—
filters sneak in.
Filters I don’t name.
Filters I don’t see.
They blur my sight,
they lace the truth
with a trickster’s grin.
And I ask myself—
were those filters
divine intervention,
or distortion?

Is this poem a revelation—
or a refined illusion?

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Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.

Stanza 19 of the Ars Poetica—Scratch or Soothe the Soul?

Some days, I am sorted.
 Most days, I’m a mess.
 Then come those days
 I’m a sorted mess—
 And in the quiet clutter of those hours,
 When I choose to ink the chaos with metaphors,
 I ask:
 Should I scratch,
 Or soothe my soul?

Like the wise ones
 Who urge me to dig deep,
 To bleed through roots
 And heal from where it all began—
 I scratch,
 To name what hurts
 And trace it back to its birth.

Or like that novice counsellor
 Who told me to breathe,
 To begin with soft affirmations,
 And sprinkle my day with light—
 I soothe,
 To keep the dark from devouring me whole.

Will my scars keep you from burning?
 Will my balms dare you to hope again?
 What should I offer—
 A mirror with cracks,
 Or a gentle cloth for your wounds?

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Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.

Stanza 18 of the Ars Poetica—React or Respond?

 When a person of faith
 Poisons minds by choice,
 Feeds ego with fear,
 And burns buildings
 Instead of building bridges?

Should my poem react—
 Raw, raging, urgent—
 Or respond—
 Measured, mindful, aching with grace?

Do I raise protest
 In the face of roaring injustice,
 Or whisper peace
 From a quiet place of pondering?
Should my words be a sword,
 Or a balm?
 A fist,
 Or a folded palm?

React or respond—
 What must a poet do
 When the world is on fire
 And silence, too, feels like sin?

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Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.

Stanza 17 of the Ars Poetica—Questioning what’s Never Questioned

Quiet defiance hums beneath my pen.
Why must poems always rhyme?
Why must pain wear blood and thunder to be heard?
Why has joy been dismissed as shallow,
 And grief crowned the only truth worth telling?

Who will hear the ones who flinch in silence,
 While standing tall for someone else's truth?
 And when those same voices pause
 To speak for themselves —
 Why are they criticised,
 Disowned,
 Branded selfish?

Isn't this voice mine, too —
 To speak for myself
 Before I speak for others?
 Or has my privilege of voice
 Made me a vessel
 Only for borrowed pain?

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Stanza 16 of the Ars Poetica—Pretend or Play Honest?

Perhaps I’m most honest when I pretend—
donning voices that aren’t mine.
A mother’s muttered truth,
a friend’s seductive romance,
a long-lost lover’s longing.
Behind each mask, I breathe a little freer,
unburdened by the heaviness of being me.
Is it a lie I sell—
or just the human fear of laying myself bare?

What if I put myself out there—
Naked
A buffet for others to taste, savour, or discard.
Would that make me brave—
or a fool before a speeding train?

Maybe truth isn’t always raw exposure.
Maybe the truest things I say
arrive when I sign it off
in someone else’s name.

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Stanza 15 of the Ars Poetica—Own Voice or Offer It Up?

One part of me wants to slide my name, bold,
Between the verses—
Like Kabir in his dohas,
Like Tulsidas in his Hanuman Chalisa.
But then I wonder—
Am I even close to them?
Dare I claim
What feels like a gift from elsewhere?
Perhaps I should sign it in His name.
But wait—
If these words are born of my wounds,
If the scars inked the lines,
Don’t I have the right
To call it mine?

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Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.

Stanza 14 of the Ars Poetica—New Trends or Old Formats?

New trends dazzle, old formats endure—
 When trendsetters clash with the classics,
 What do I choose?
 Between blackout poems and ballads,
 Insta-verse and structured sonnets,
 Erasures or eternal odes—
 What do I choose?
 Must I bend to what's viral,
 Or bow to what’s timeless?
 The page pulls one way, the screen another—
 And I, the poet,
 Stand in between,
 Pen poised at the edge of both worlds.

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Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.

Stanza 13 of the Ars Poetica—Marry the Metaphor

Marry the metaphor
When words abandon you,
When emotion arrives unnamed—
A tremor in the chest, a breath you can’t quite place,
When the world overwhelms and your tongue falls silent,
Let metaphor be your vow.
Say:
Poetry is the bride’s trembling wait for the first touch,
The groom’s hesitant reach in a room too quiet.
It is not what is said,
But what the image dares to hold.
So when you're lost for words—
Marry the metaphor.


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Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.

Stanza 12 of the Ars Poetica—Let the Line Breathe

Let a line break the monotony
Of a monologue.
Let it breathe life into white space,
To let your imagination rest there—
Or renovate that pause into a masterpiece
With bricks of your wildest fantasies.

Each gap is not a void but an invitation;
A deliberate silence that speaks louder than sound.
It’s where the poem exhales,
Where thought catches its breath.
Let those empty spaces be your home—
A place where meaning lingers after the words are gone.


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Stanza 11 of the Ars Poetica—Kaleidoscope of Meanings

Kneel before a word, turn it thrice, 
and watch its meanings shift. 
Language is never static; 
it bends, refracts, 
takes on new colours in different hands. 
A poem is not one thing—it is infinite, 
a prism catching light from every angle. 
What I write today may not be what you read tomorrow. 
That is its magic.

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