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These are some of my poems, new poems will be uploaded every once in a while :) Am I a poet? No. But do I write poems? Yes-and I love it. (doesn't mean I'm very good at it :P) Sometimes I write when a beautiful line strikes my mind, and sometimes when emotions take over the logical brain. In the bigger picture, I don’t write because I already create something amazing. I write because, if I keep writing, one day I surely will. For if you keep waiting to write the perfect poem, you may never get close. But if you keep writing, one of your poems just might feel perfect ✨ the name by the way, ocarminamea = oh carmina mea, which means oh my poems in latin, a simple word play hehe...

To those who write Sad Poems

To those who write Sad Poems



So how is the morose poets’ community

Hope they’re doing well,

Fighting sharks with pens,

Or wandering in the dungeons of hell.

Writing something cheesy, or corny, or mad,

Depending on their current mood elevation level of sad.


I’d say look at the bright side,

Don’t think about bad things

what life has taken doesn't matter,

Think about what it brings,

I'd again say look at the bright side,

and don't torment yourself with petty thoughts.

But to be honest,

Anger is pretty bright too,

And so is grief

Like the sunset hue.

Grief - it’s strong too,

like the paper its drawn to,

Which now, is an “elegy.”


At least it’s honest, like a toddler,

unsullied by duplicity.

But are there any other ways?

Because being honest is important too.

Some may say, “you can’t lie

If you never speak”

But is it true?

Is it the right way?

Right or not I’d say is epistemic.

But I can tell you

The important thing in all this

Is no matter what;

BE YOURSELF.


~A Singh



backstory:

If you’ve read some of my poems, you’ll know I don’t like writing sad ones much. Pouring grief onto paper is a big no-no for me, I prefer journaling for that. Not only this, but I also used to think of people who wrote sad poems as weird, until I met a friend who explained to me how everyone’s emotional setup and way of expression are different. He even connected it to the anekāntavāda (many-sidedness) of Jainism, where we value everyone’s arguments and don’t force ours on others. That’s what changed my mind: it doesn’t matter how you express your grief. In the end, you just need to be happy and YOURSELF.

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