The world seemed desolate
My presence was distinct
Away from the dissonance
In my captivated reveries
I ponder over the scent of truth
I ponder over imagination
I ponder over patented origins
Of the bird of poems
I drift my vision towards the sky
In search of poetic poetry
I look for a surge of light
To convert it into imagery
I watch the stars twinkle and shine
And I try to trigger my memory
An eerie emotion, deep and dark
Breaks my rapturous reverie
I pen it down on the sheet of my heart
With myriad refrains and rhyme
Here what you get on the sheet
Is the power of poetry entwined