Reasons...

writing a title for my blog was tough, more so when i was forced to create one within a very short deadline. i titled it as "blog? a mirror or pandora's box". Reason? It being a repurcussion of the question in my mind. until the end i wasn't very sure as to why i am doin it. the skepticism was as to how would the readers percieve me as?
i believe the fear's gone now. Reason? no one reads it. only 46 people have visited my blog. :-(

i wonder if they will ever return.

I have published a few poems of mine on the blog. Reason? i would lik to share my feelings with everywho reads it. poetry is one form of writin where i want to improve at. i would like to recieve some criticism. i have had duels- 'in phrase' with my friend where i won hands down. The Reasons for the feud? -my form of writing poems. i follow the orthodox, rhyme-scheme style where as he considers poems to be a more contemporary form of expressing things haphhazardly . i do not deny him of the right/freedom of speech but in that case, wat's poetic abt those poems?
Some fragments of the duel are:

I:

"Dude poems need reforms,

Follow some poetical norms,

only then ther'll be

some turbulent storms."

(i'd also asked him to become friends with a friend of mine)

Him:

"I don like committed girls,

They are already fused birds,

they dont need to be kissed ,

And they neither can be fixed.

who needs such storms,

when reforms initially are deforms."

I:

"Since my mate,

u began a bit late;

poetry though innate

dont assign it to fate.

it needs to be brief,

create mischief,

deadman's grief,

an autumn's leaf."

(By now my friend has started to surrender.)

Him:

"But i will, surely follow,

a few poetical norms,

to earn your turbulent storms,

you are elder, my brother,

i agree, u started early

and i repect your feelings,

have faith tremendous in your dealings,

my love you have won,

however i tried too, to hit a ton.

dont be happy you have CRUIRED,

Next time you are aught to lose."

I:

"CRUIRED's no word,

a strange bird,

i fail to see,

and my victory is but a drop in the sea.

I want you to win each time,

but make sure your lines rhyme,

Dude i say,

This game lets play!"

Him:

"That was cruised my dear,

indeed this game's cool, lets bear.

am being tortured by Mrs. Psychotherapist

Pain is more than when i visit a dentist.

Rhyming i guess i am good in,

you could better stop scratching,

for mistakes and lying.

no law says poems need rhymes,

you should work on this bit.

take a candle and light your wit."

I:

"Well, my style is different than yours,

Its tragic!

If a poem doesn't rhyme,

its mere a sentence not magic!

what fun it is being so straight,

but play with words of substantial weight."

(These last lines reveal the kind of person i am.)