Every time I write a Poem
Every time I write a Poem
Every time I write a poem,
I do research on my system.
The research says infinite words,
Some are broken without a separation,
some even pronounced in silence.
When I close my eyes,
the days of my pupil changes its mode tonight.
Some starry some shady.
Breaths beat in a rhythm
and words fall in iamb.
I travel and dig the hole of every vein
Sharing a story - known to
The frame of unknown.
As if the veins were showing
my biopic to the brain.
I write beautiful lines to
strike in a most passionate way.
Yes, I strike it with curls,
the curls of my body - aching vigorously,
without a reason but a reason within.
I put these words neatly in a paper to read them,
but they woo me to blush.
Yes, I blush it with punctuations,
The punctuations of limit.
I go paper by paper to -
express the tsunami of emotions.
The painful are the easiest to digest,
Wherein the happiest are their own antonyms.
I arrange these errors (words) in an order,
in the order of my extra grown hairs -
straight and confused.
They grow and grow, ceaselessly.
I shave them to defeat,
but they grow with me to trap me in between razors.
Beautifying them I grow,
To sow them to you.
They are the product of infinite filtration.
Hope that helps you to appreciate
the artist in you and in others.