Poetry is the cry of nature at light;
Its also the sound of silence at night.
Its as warm as the Sun with all its spark.
Its as serene as the night, deep and dark.
Its the flow of steady smoke from a cigarette,
Its also the lament of a sinner upon his fate.
It is the lies covered and sent with a prayer;
It is the necessary reason behind every murder.
It is the words that will form a song;
Its also a pain that has stayed for too long.
It is everything around us having a rhythm.
Its also anything that's not bound by a rhythm.
But for me, you are my poetry !
My words and pens couldn't unravel this mystery.
Ever striving to achieve, I admire this beauty;
Me being your poet, and You being my Poetry.
