Tremendous the power of words I come across,
Delightful and hauntingly beautiful.
Clamor of poems
Clash of prose
Yet, flamboyancy I never seek.
The words knotted in poetry
come floating around
like pearls in a string.
They hum to me the secrets of life.
The beauty, the magic
The sorrow, the ecstasy
Mother nature, Her wrath, Her songs
Petty humans, their passions, their bubble worlds.
All the world, merely the shades of
Someone's canvas.
And I scribble, a little of myself,
Try to give colors to them
that I didn't know I had.
And everyday, I glance
at the random words in my book.
They reveal a bit of me
every time, a new self
An unknown self
Yet the old poetic self.
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Scribbles Of A Random Someone
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