"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


First try at a different type of poetry.It's a bit weird according to me and equals that much amount of fun too.It is called Cinquain Poetry..It has three types of pattern i have just exhibited two of them here.
There title lies in the first line only(which is one word ).

Glides in
Transforming and moving
Devouring old creating new

Blissful, emollient
Mesmerizing, hypnotizing, beautifying  
Covering all in peaceful white


priyanka said...

its nyc.....actually its sweet to read dese kinda poems!!:D

Alcina said...

Hahaha..zada time nahi lagta aur bhari bhi nahi padte hai na? :P

priyanka said...

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah.... ryt!!!;P

Brijender Singh said...

Nice-almost like a haiku !
Havent a clue as to what Cinquain poetry is but it sure seems intriguing.Looking forward to more of the same.
Just one suggestion/request though-ur background and choice of font colour makes it a tad hard to read comfortably-would be great if you could do something about it !

Alcina said...

:) Thanks Brijender for your appreciation.And now i have changed the the color of the write-up hope it is readable now..Sorry for the inconvenience you had.
I'll surely come up with more of them :).