Poetry is something as mystical as the mountains;
shimmering majestically on the rivers in diffused
beams of brilliant sunshine,
Poetry is something as astonishing as the glittering
gold biscuits entrenched deep beneath earth; emanating
a profound glow that blended poignantly with the
atmosphere,
Poetry is something as ingratiating as the hissing
serpent; deluging the morbid ambience around with
overwhelming exhilaration,
Poetry is something as ravishing as the blossoming
petals of rubicund rose; wafting its essence
ubiquitously through all continents of this colossal
Universe,
Poetry is something as grandiloquent as the
incredulously embellished castle; offering an abode to
anyone afflicted by inexplicable distress,
Poetry is something as vivacious as the magnificently
swirling ocean; with each of its tangy waves
fulminating into a blanket of pungent froth,
Poetry is something as magnanimous as the clouds;
which bless the parched soil and ground with
torrential showers of mesmerizing rain,
Poetry is something as resplendent as the fathomless
rainbow; dissipating into vibrant shades of
magnificently animated color,
Poetry is something as exuberant as the cheekily
dancing peacock; incarcerating millions in its
stupendously enamoring swirl,
Poetry is something as innocuous as the new born
infant; touching the hearts of even the most
diabolical with irrefutable ardor,
Poetry is something as soft as voluptuously woven pure
silk; exquisitely binding every religion prevalent on
this planet,
Poetry is something as ingenious as the bubbling buds
of mushroom; evolving into celestial sprouts of
wonderful white,
Poetry is something as invincible as immortal love;
not bound by any spurious intricacy of the monotonous
outside world,
Poetry is something as flamboyant as the fiery Sun;
diffusing its sweltering rays to stringently sizzle
even the tiniest nook and cranny of this globe,
Poetry is something as sweet as delectable crusts of
brown chocolate; arousing the most dormantly dead
senses in the body, with unprecedented amounts of
rejuvenated vigor,
Poetry is something as exotic as the alluring dancers
nimble footsteps; that keep reverberating for times
immemorial; even after she relinquished to perform,
Poetry is as swarming as the rambunctious beehives;
occupied by countless bees indefatigably busy in
spinning tons of golden honey,
And for me poetry is entirely independent of rhyme;
meter; structure; mending; tailoring; crisping;
written in the most incredulous forms possible;
irrespective of age; language; caste; creed or race;
O! yes poetry for me is SOMETHING THAT POURS DIRECTLY
FROM THE HEART…..
Posted on 5/26/2007 8:06:48 AM
