Poem for A Poet

Finding pain or love

I get it

No for your soul

But for the mighty pen

That bleeds and consoles

You are the happiest freak

But in search of misery

The world may never know it

But your fellow artist will resonate

Be it a lovers tale

Or a crazy psychopath

It either makes a smile

Or makes them grief over a glare

It's you who stays shut forever

But your pen bleeds passions

It may look normal to others

But I know how much it hurts

The vivid memories

The transparent skies

Holding hands and

"making you mines"

Everything strikes back

What others can pass over

You assemble inside yourself

And with every piece of trash

You build an elegant memory.

Yes you are God

Or I would rather say

Something greater than that

'Coz he made Adam mortal

As he won wisdom

But with your mightiest weapon

Establish and eradicate

Thousands of life

You are innocent yet

The most cognizant delight

You are immortal forever

As your pieces will stay alive

The elements you create

The memories you build

Are greater and perplexing than inception

Once you understand them

They lead you toward immortality

The immortal juice of divinity

But if you get relinquished

You are lost forever

Even the mortal drink

Can't heal the wounds it gives.

The poem that you create

Are greater than this universe

This is just a note of love

To remember all your grief

The darker sides turned

Into beautiful coloured butterflies.

The ocean eyes rewrote as

A tide of hope and surprise

The million of things you hide inside

The paper & pen that gives the life

Thanks to all of them tonight

As I am also the one

WHO WRITES