Poetry is, feelings coming alive with words
Inked with permanence, on paper
Words wrapped in unique ideas and creativity
Every piece is open to as many interpretations
Leaving the mind, wanting more
Prolific poetry flowing from every poet’s pen
Keeping the souls of other poets, replenished
Poetic liberty gives us poets, to venture beyond
Weaving a web of magic with each word
Poets drinks from the well of creativity
Every century has given a rich legacy of poets
Poetry is in nature, for we poets can feel
It’s omnipresent in every incident of life
Sometimes sad, or philosophical, or satire
Funny and full of Love, or even hatred
Poetry can dig the depths of feelings
To create mellifluous literature
We are all bound by the threads of poetry

I care for you little bird
Your bill has a job to do
Peck these seeds I served you
You look little
But one day you will
Gain enough strength
Get power to the wings
And you fly in the sky
No one can stop you
Either I who serve food for you
I am jealous of your ability to fly
But happy to see you fly
Have my wonderful seeds
And gain power baby and
Fly for rest of your life
Remember me I want to see you
If possible once in a day
Or once in a month
Or once in an year

Everyone
Everything
In this world
Can be raw material
For
Our writings
They are
Reusable
They are
Renewable
Which makes our
Life Revivable.

I am begging for a pardon
This is only one mistake
And it's not intentional
When I miss something
I will become hard as a stone
Never let new things come to me
Don't put me far from me
Because I don't want to miss me
The feeling of guilt can be bearable
But misunderstandings lead too far
I cannot hold them anymore
Let us settle this
Put an end to this
And I want to be normal

All or nothing
I've reached this crossroad
Before this, I've been hiding in fiction
In every word I've read and wrote

I'm stepping up to the plate
Because I can't stop the world
How much do I want to live?
How hard am I willing to battle?

Can I count on you
To lead my through this Wonderland?
If I take the easy route
Would you still hold my hand?

The road I walk on now
Is shrouded with hate and shame
And I'll have to fight impulses
As I'm inclined to stay the same

Because the future's in my palms
And I'll meet a dead end
If I keep up this way
And don't stop this trend

Standing at this pivot point
Preparing for what comes next
Since the hardest part of getting better
Is taking the first step