It all began, when my mind could no longer hinder my thoughts
To dress up as words and be painted as flamboyant illustrations.
It all began, when my heart did no longer hesitate to liberate
It's prettiest designs
And silliest expressions.It all began, when my soul finally realised
That painting words is the cause of its
euphoria.
It all began, when I became unfazed enough
To grab the hand of poesìa.And now, as it all has already begun
We shall walk together, side by side.
We should walk through the lanes of love and hatred, sorrow and joy
All which join together to make
The beautiful labyrinth of life.Aarush : A Sanskrit word which means, the first ray of the sun. Poetry has been the first streak of sunshine in my grey life, so, I thought to name this piece 'Aarush'.
YOU ARE READING
The Clarity Of My Perplexed Thoughts
PoetryLife had been a muddle, a labyrinth from which I thought I could never get out of; but it was poetry that made me realize that this labyrinth was indeed worthy of being lost in. Poetry has taught me to find words for my thoughts. The thoughts that I...