My Poetry

Poem is me. I’ve never been so passionate about writing poetry. If I were filthy rich, didn’t have to think of paying bills, I would simply leave everything to become a full-time writer. I primarily write poems about what I experience. It could be an emotion, an opening in me, self-realization or simply a pure desire. I bring forward the real matters, which encircle my life & of those, related to me. Feeling of depression, pain, sadness, anger, anxiety, panic, trauma, old wounds, difficulty in sleeping, feeling numb, longing, craving, darkness, disorder, disturbance, lightness, mindfulness, spirituality, love, heart, connections are the topics I touch through my writings. I’m not afraid of writing about provocative matters, which others might say, “it’s not ok”. However, I need to be true to myself. It’s not about attacking someone; it’s more about being transparent. Writing poems is very therapeutic & it helps in healing.

If the things were only up to me
And my vault were stashed with greenery
I would exit the world of perfect geometry
To enter the universe with heart fueled poetry

I’m in love with scribbling the meaningful themes
It’s my way of expressing how I truly feel
The lyrics synchronize with frequency of my heartbeat
The percussion & vibration of the immaculate beast

Now let me stitch the pieces a bit differently
Just stay for a while, hear another thing from me
The words in my verses are no curse if you read explicitly
I don’t shoot at the painbody with explosive trajectory

I simply bring up the matters which have been hiding inside me
To share those stories with the same original intensity
That I felt back then as it was my reality
You see, this is my healing process & my therapy

I know it’s kinda provocative the way I project my themes
It’s not gloomy to throw light on the darker scenes
It doesn’t matter what you think of it & how you think of me
The darkness is, so light can be

My rhymes are self realization & experiences with deeper meaning
It’s my way to explore the core, the burning fire; the formless being
This is how I see the things now & it’s meant to be
You see, poetry is the flow in me & it’s the heart I breathe

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