I Am Not A Poet

I am not a poet,

No...I am not the one who creates Art,

I merely am a channel,

And the universe resides in my heart.

I don't write poetries,

It comes to me from a place beyond,

Away from the stars and infinity,

And it flows through me,

Into the paper I behold.

The ink on the paper,

Is the blood of Universe

I shiver and cry,

When it sends me it's tears,

Sometimes I could not sleep all night,

When I have the vision of it's vastness,

And sometimes it beauty leaves me speechless.

I like to imagine that,

Maybe there's a heavenly place, Where all the poets go when dead,

And when they have a message to give,

They hold my hand and guide me in,

To write the magical words of some poem,

And then they leave me with a smile.

No I don't know where my poem comes from,

It's like a distant dream I have,

And feel possessed,

By some powerful being up above,

And when I finish a poetry,

It takes me time to understand.

I think we all have that channel,

To connect to the magic somewhere near us,

But the only way to open the doors,

Is by letting your purest self glow.

The child in you,

Knows great things,

Don't kill it ever,

Or it'll be your biggest loss.

Open your arms,

And embrace the Nature,

Let the love flow through you,

And colour you in,

The unseen colours of some powerful Being.