Her Poems

For her, solitude is an elude
From the aura full of chaos.
And in those jiffs of utter hush,
She spawns new poems with pride.

The ruminations of her inner world,
These poems can be gaudy or washy.
Some written in bliss, and others in blue,
Yet her words have power and poise.

With the ink oozing out of her pen,
She pours out all her hallucinations.
Some poems may seem barbaric,
But they are indeed one's true inklings.