I dive into the pool of emotions, Scavenging for expressions. Hunting them haunting thoughts, Plucking out the ripe ones Pouring everything into a vessel, I Shake, stir & muddle. Finally, i serve thee, The soul cocktail.
I feel like poetry is a soul served like a dish. Different people prepare it in different styles. Different people prefer it in different styles. Here i how i prepare my poetry. Three simple ingredients, Soul, emotion and expression. Today i was in the mood for some cocktails.