Poetic Soliloquy

Words flow down my crystal nib

Girdled in strands my emotions weave-

Into its own celestial element

And the state of uniquity!

My soul feels, my heart pours

My hands write ,my letters soar-

Touched up with an inquisitive mind

Of a curious and an imaginative child.

Guilded in a gold and silver sheen

That knowledge yarns and experience designs,

And turns my bare page into

A delightful poetic journey!

These words seep through my veins,

As blood in its purest red.

They blossom their intimate scents

Into this exotic garden-bed.

They alight in plethora and rest on my page-

Writing poetry that themselves

Are of a symbolic age

Of kings and queens and eternal romances.

Of past moments and present instances

Of plunging pains and punctures-

Of bubbling laughter and childish futures...