Poetry.

The divine power of poetry and fancy

Soothes the paths of life for me,

And I become the captive of bliss

mesmerized by the verses in glee.

 

Poetry reveals

With passion and zeal

New sources of enchantment

A picturesque appeal!

 

The arid desert of life

And dreams on which I thrive

Turn into a stream of inspiration

Yonder where I survive.

 

 So voluptuous

Poetry purls on

Like fleeting rivulets

Tugging the strings of soul;

 

(and)

Flowing beneath the feet of life

it quenches the thirst of luscious delight

Which my yearning heart,

For so long, has sought for, in vain!

 

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

-- Khalil Jibran

Words mere words, are enough to captivate me, ensnare me and make me feel blithe. I am always rescued by them. They inspire me, to write, to read, to say my say and simply, to live. I cant comprehend how can anyone breath without words. Pure joy. Sheer ecstasy.

I had not been wanting to participate because I had been feeling that my poem will never be able to compete all the good ones spilled on the lounge, wow! what a terrafic display of talent! I am mesmerized.

But then I am participating! Poetry inspires me!

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