Hiding in poetry
shelves and shelves
of feelings and thoughts.

All complicated enough
to  not be deciphered right
all simply stated only to
knowing of mine.

That is why I like ,
complicated prose and twisted things
they have a way
to convey so much
still holding onto the mystery of it.

I , like them ,
pour my hearts wording out.
Out to  you and  everyone
all around and each day .

But with a veil of chaos
in all -
A order is formed amidst that
To be understood
only by heart of mine
To be heard
a melody , only for ears of mine.

Yet it fails not ,
to soothe your ears too.
Given to you too ,
a melody of your own.


This is why I love poetry
and music and  the art.
Each having to mean
a different  world - a million things
to each being and every person.

I am relieved
and happy to know
to let my secrets out -
be weighed off the burden of it
-of my secrets and my sufferings -
yet be sure to have them out
in the world of words and songs
all of them - safe and sound.