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

The rose stood high
In humble elegance.

Happy to just be,
A poem,
A memory,
An outburst-

Happy to be,
Smiling,
In silence.

It was just a thought,
The apology I never got,
The agony of secrecy with which you mock
Lit in me a fire that refuse to die.

As thoughts kept walking,
My mind painted your face, of momentary guilt,
Perhaps it was there, but I missed
To myself I continued to lie.

Thoughts started running,
On rules of the game,
Score on pretense and penalty for shame
Nobody kept score but surely its not a tie?

Thoughts took flight
I see you running,
Causing a storm of sand to your trail
The veracity of the wind, rose and crashed
With my expectations in the grave.

I am done
Playing with you
Oh God!! Almighty
When I am happy
I forget your presence
When I am sad
I can pray for your mercy
But still you are kind to me
Blessing with all your heart
Sorry is just a word
I am not ready to say it
But I learnt a lesson
I will remember every day
And every night
Your existence
Thank you God for everything

Sadness.
How is that portrayed?
My childhood has taught me
that sadness
is merely tears and privileges taken away.
A face turned 8:20.
A tantrum.
"Boo-hoo".
But that's not at all what sadness looks like.
Sadness has bright eyes,
warm rosey cheeks,
and a perfect smile
plastered on its face.
Sadness is that girl that always smiles
but never talks
because of the fear she'll say something
not important enough to hear.
Sadness is that boy that always acts
like he's too cool for anyone
but in reality is dying for a real friend.
Sadness
can be anyone
at anytime.
And all it's trying to find
is a reason to really smile.
To be like happiness
instead of fake it.
That's sadness.