I love poetry, I want poetry
I love poetry, I want poetry. Poetry annihilates misery. Or poetry gets created from misery? Poetry is mystery, it ain't ordinary. I love poetry, I want poetry. To those lines she said to her: "Baby, you are poetry."In poetry there is no rivalry nor boundary.Poetry stirs memories, hides injuries. Poetry reveals the story to the wise, fantasy to the crazy and nothing to the fakeys.
She's made of
She's made of sunset and sunrise,She's made of stars and moons,She's made of lakes and oceans,In a world where people run after diamonds,She runs after rainbows and thunderstorms.
End of curfew..
Count your blessings,Be content with what you have.Less is more. Your heartbeat is priceless. Happiness is an inside story. A gleam in the gaze of your loved ones is priceless.Life may not necessarily have any rythm, like this attempted poem. Let it be a free flow.Follow your heart, this is only where you have to be. Be sad, be happy, be kind, be humble, be magic. Embrace everything life has to offer. Find the masterpiece you are. If cannot be found, create! Create your own definition of 'normal'.
She loves seeing the horizon from different lands. She yearns for travel.Covid19 compels.She propels.She does all that makes her pulse beat faster.Her travel list was unexhaustive.On the pulse of each new day, she brought different countries to her.She experienced them with her mind, her heart, mixed the ingredients and brought it to her.Turkish Delights, Paella, Kashmiri Chicken and much more.
She asked for roses, they didn't come.She asked for surprises, they didn't come. She asked for a letter, it didn't come. She asked for a forehead kiss promise, it didn't come. She asked for henna, it didn't come.And then she asked herself , what is yet to come.Then she stopped asking. And lived happily ever after.