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In The Poetry Of Life...
In The Poetry Of Life...
When I am unable to bleed... I cry
When I am unable to cry ... I write
Words aren't just words...
They are manifestations manifold
At times releasing a lump in throat
Sometimes competing with tears
They gush out in vengeance...
Venting of queer emotions
Unheard and unsaid to the world
They flow incessantly when
The mind is calm but noisy within
Expressing most intricate emotions
That's not decipherable to many...
They make the most sanguine company
For they create poetry to pacify the evil
When loneliness lurks like a Tasmanian Devil...
Poetry that unwinds like a bellowing storm
Poetry that heals even without a form
Within unfathomable depths of
Myriad emotions that trail
Down the memory lane when the body goes frail
It's these words that time has juggled,
When age shone in agility undeterred,
Unboggled
By the tantrums of life and fragmented fantasies of fate....
Quietly engraved on the pages of time
Preserved as memories through a few words bonded in rhyme!
