To some poetry is just jumbled words made to love beautiful. To some poetry is but a way to impress. And there are some to whom poetry is the very essence their everyday living hangs on.
Hats off to all those wonderful poets who have made our life colorful!
Here is a little something from your fan!
What madness is this thing,
Where love becomes the sun and the moon
And the heart, the ocean blue
Where love becomes the seven seas,
The surfer quests to tame.
Spinning tales out of the crashing waves
Hoping for a footprint, in the sands of time
What absurdity is this thing,
Delusional quotes carved
On the tombstone of the dead
Telling tales of lives
Of great men and of others
Of hope and hardships
Of lost lives in the struggle, called living.
What is this poetry? I asked.
The autumn leaves and its inner peace
The dancing rain and its untold joy
Take my breath away!
‘Poetry, my dear’, said the voice in my head.
‘..is all things beautiful’.
Then again, everything is beautiful.
In its own unique way.
The above is a humble tribute from a person who has spends many a happy moments in the company of poetry.