On a silent night, I lie supine; gaze at the moon that glows and stars that shine; marvel at Mother Nature’s intricate design; and return to you, sweet li’l interest o’ mine.
A single flow of thought in four lines should I write.
Condense the stream of ideas – I try with all my might.
Sometimes ABAB, sometimes AABB, and sometimes in ABBA it rhymes.
With metre, with rhythm, and with cheer, I hope the verse chimes.
When most of the country is fast asleep,
I dive into an ocean and aim to go deep
to find what makes me happy and what makes me weep
and express it in words which for years I can keep.
With flowery phrases having complex sound, they try to convey thought profound.
I try my best to do the same with a bunch of well-known simpler words.
Verse should embrace readers tight and not just aim to really astound.
It should give them wings and make their minds fly freely like birds.
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Even without a spark inside, the mind wants to burn.
Thought illuminates the devil’s workshop with all its might.
In a vast sea of creativity, my words I try to churn.
This elixir I share with you through whatever I write.
Endlessly you may feel forlorn,
Thinking about all that have gone.
Lose not heart, for with every morn
A new light, a new day is born.
Note: This is something I had written a couple of weeks ago. Making it my first post here because hope is one of the virtues I value the most in life. Like Andy Dufresne says “…hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”