RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions
I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows...
Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes.
I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies.
Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders,
"Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders.
I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze,
I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts.
But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine.
Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets.
I roam unescorted and unaccompanied.
I'm just exploring.
Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!"
There is everything to find...
Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam.
The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness.
-Harish Vaid
harishvaid1986@gmail.com
A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane.
Intended to be an ongoing series.
"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen."
-Leonardo Da Vinci
Love all... Love you all.
"Amor Vincent Omnia"
