My ode to Poetry πŸ’—

Poetry isn’t just a consortium of words you string together with syllables that rhyme,
Poetry isn’t only about connecting thoughts inexplicably sublime,

Poetry is that volcano of emotions sacredly tamed in a soft spot of your heart,
Poetry is in the anxiety, in the pain, in the agony that’s tearing you apart,

It is in every bit of the chaos around, it is in your resilience, in your mindless petulance,
It is in your deafening silence, in your restless impatience,

It is in your euphoria, in your ecstasy, in the madness you breathe,
It is in every tiny expression you surreptitiously read,

It is in feelings secretly cherished but left unkempt,
It is in instincts bizarrely potent,

Poetry isn’t a novel you’d write with chapters in sequence and order,
Poetry isn’t in fancy vocabulary or impeccable grammar,

Poetry is, in every dimension, a profound reflection of your soul,
Pure, undistorted and whole.


Happy World Poetry Day!


Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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