What am I,
A poet or a poetry?
Well it all started out of love,
A love so pure
Lil sweet and sour,
No, No! Don't get it wrong,
It's all between my pen and words,
And a handfuls of the sun,
Like a bigger mighty imagination
Trying to disenthrall my soul,
At every metamorphosis of my destiny games.
Most of time I am a poet,
Trying to be at a driver's seat
Letting the passangers,
To the world where
Reality and imaginations merge.
And another moment
I am a free verse,
Carrying my whole life,
Every small and precious moments
As a golden legacy,
To form a poetry;
A poetry with all my flaws and strength.
Just as I start to enjoy
This Whimsical ride
Of rhythms and rhymes,
The one that fate has written for me.
Aah!! Their comes the stressed beats,
Swaying my poetry
Making me use the another set,
Of Metaphors and rhymes
To be a verse- maker.
A poet to write,
Poetry as a bandage
To my long cut wounds.
A bandage encrypted,
In a Nightingale's song
Or sometimes in Shakespeare's sonnet.
What am I,
A poet or a poetry?
©Shivi Miglani (Ehsaas)
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Some underline thoughts, whenever I write a poetry.
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