I enjoy the daily doses of humdrum
tangled in the bubble of everydays odd jobs
But I lend an extra glance to a heart felt knock
I dig a layer deeper to that stumbling block
I am one among you,
I am –
a poet
A blank paper to my wor(d)ship, is no less than a dock.
Thoughts besiege me like needles of a clock.
All Apart yet miraculously making sense..
Never should they make a deceiving pretense.
No it is not just words, no show, no flair
But a version of glee and moments of despair
I am one among you,
I am-
A poet…
Quill and pinned thoughts
I am impulsively in the rush of connecting those disjoint dots,
Sometimes words of savage
and at times sugared with elegance..
I am on my voyage to an un-attempted excellence
My destinations could be as hollow as anger,
and as deep as a cave..
only my heart’s slave,
I am-
A poet
unlike Music which is created
When sounds sleep,
And echoes walk in a trance...
Poetry is made,
Out of an emotional impulse,
Reflected with a deeper glance..
I am ,one among you,
I am-
A poet.
To you, I am foolish,
May be A little off the track,
i don’t carry your burdens,
the burdens of your shame on my back,
I was-
I am-
A poet…
