Poets are Immortal
George MacDonald wrote a two word poem "Come Home."
The only Home people seeked for: those ages was Poem.
The best things about poets are
they are immortal and still make us alive
with their blue ink.
The worst thing about poets are
they are immortal, and few phrases
will hit us hard, no matter
how many times we read.
Poets not only want us to read inbetween
the lines, Poetry and Poet is beyond that.
Every word penned by a poet, will create
an impact on someone's lives,
William Shakespeare might be your favorite poet,
You know why is he immortal?
Even after his death, We adore his poems
and feel it. Each of his ink counts.
Actually, reading a poem is difficult
rather than writing a poem,
To write a poem,
you just have to express
your grieves in your heart, Imagination also.
Even their imagination creates a curiosity
to read the poem for readers.
and that's why Poets are immortal.
Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya,
Jab gham ka saaya lehraya,
Jab aasoon palkon tak aya,
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya,
Poetry is a therapeutic vibe to
erase all negativity being piled up
in my brain and heart.
Poet and his ink is the reason.
Poetry is not about fascinating words,
It's about, raw feelings midst words.
Poets are not about they word they pen,
They're about the similes that create our life.
Roti ke bina insaan chaar hafte jee sakta hai,
pani ke bina chaar din,
aur hawa ke bina shayad chaar minute,
lekin umeed ke bina insaan chaar second
bhi nahi jee sakta hai,
and everytime I am reminded of this
I recite "Emily Dickinson's Hope Poem"
to myself gazing at the stars, which makes
me feel like as if I am a part of the sky.
And it's because the poet, who comforted me,
She might have died, but her words
will never let her to.
Poets and his ink is the reason.
Poetry isn't dying
It keeps merely changing,
Under different vision of readers.
Mera pass maa hai,
And I call it Poets.
Its guides me, guards me.
My scars and bruises are
seeking solace by their ink
and Poets and his inks is the reason.
Poetry is not just an art and Poets are not just an Artist,
They are magicians, and their magic wand is poetry: a harvest.