Never realised that writing poetry
Could be so fulfilling;
All you need-a pen and paper
To vent out emotions overflowing.
Serenity and tranquility!
Like a dessert after a spicy meal;
And comments add flavour delicious
In this World of Letters precious.
Disclosure and interchange;
Criticism or appreciation;
by the wielders of pen...
All enough to boost one's morale.
Write like you have never written before; Write like there is no tomorrow;
'Cause who knows whats in store
There may never be a morrow.
Atrocities, conflicts, corruption -insane;
Malpractice, political vengeance, religious disputes -insane;
To spit venom vile;
Harming oneself in the while
The ultimate end of all life;
No escape from that doom ordained
Why leave behind hate and misery
When we have time to love and enjoy.
Realisation dawns late
Stop before too late!
Birth and death is destined-
In between is the time to live and let live.
All should try a hand at poetry;
It purifies your soul,
Stale breath exhaled;
Fresh ones inhaled;
Pent up emotions let out;
The chain of bondage broken.
Free like a flying bird
Up in the air on cloud nine;
There are no constricts
and constraints here
Just the freedom to share
And let the world know
Your thoughts, and visions rare,
And create an identity-
The real YOU, you and only you