Historical works of Nirmal

This page will contain the things that Nirmal wrote in the past. Most of this material is available on writeclique.net

There will be some material that is not available on that site, so this will more or less be a “complete works” section. Expect a small, or not so small, description of the poem, and what it means to me, and the comments that I have received in the past about the poems. Also keep in mind that this page will be a work-in-progress for some time, and that new poems and stuff (new to the page) will keep appearing in it. New poems will appear in the main blog.

First off, I’ll start off with my pride and joy, my masterpiece, and my personal favourite poem, Stratos.

Stratos
by Nirmal Kirtisinghe

I’d buy the sky, but I’m too shy.
Too shy to buy the sky, am I.
I die to buy the sky I’m too shy to buy.
The sky, I die to by makes me shy to buy the sky.
Why oh why do I try to buy the sky?
I lie, too shy to know why.
To buy the sky would be so sly.
Do you buy what’s said by I?

Commentary on Stratos : This is the probably the most confusing piece I have ever written for anything. I wrote this in the wee hours of the morning of a day in May, some year back. I recall that I had no reason to write it, and that I had no reason to send it to people either. I get varying reactions to it as well. The massively-rhymed structure does not go down too well with most people. Some dismiss it as nonsense, but some people like to dissect it and figure out what it’s all about. I quite like that attitude, because I want people to give this poem their own meaning, as long as they keep it to themselves.

This next poem is something else that I am proud of, called Self-realization

Self-realization

by Nirmal Kirtisinghe

I am the zero, the infinity, the happy, the sad,
The one, the only, the good, the bad,
I see all, I see nothing, I love, I hate, I laugh, I weep,
I can be rude or even polite, I tend to be shallow, and sometimes deep,
It’s not that I want to be any of this, but I am.
Normalcy in me is visible in the way I am.
I thought myself odd, a misfit in time,
But I know for a fact that I committed no crime.
I am me.
Just me.
Only me.
Nothing more, but me. Ni.

Commentary on Self-realization : Well, this poem was written with exactly what I had in my mind at the time. It was better received by most people and most people thought it was “deep”, so I guess this is the poem that made me realize that I can be a serious poet as well as a comic-effect poet, which would make this poem a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts, but let’s not go there yet. This poem, too is open for discussion by anyone, and anyone has the right to their own opinion on this. I only ask that they don’t let me know their opinion in public (the same goes for all my poems)