02 April 2014

A flowing sensation on my mind waves a rising


To poems, awake to hear human heart beating,


Making it out of being, trance, agony and bliss


The shape of heart rejoices, shudders to verses


In perfect harmony between the poem adorned


By me in aspiration and the soul who reads


Perhaps some are poets, not we all but


To the heart paramours take it by surprise


Odes chosen to the meeting of minds fair in love


Known to protesters a language of slogan to rights


Or a lullaby calms a baby to rest and quiet


Merging with many minds, poetry stays alive.