Poet and his poem!

For a poet is an ink drinker and an ink spiller simultaneously.

“A poet might take a break from poetry but you cannot separate poetry from a poet.”

For the poetry resides in the poet’s heart; each heartbeat, a rhythm.

For each day he finds a way to personify the nature; for each day he effortlessly tries to find the perfect metaphor for his beloved’s smile.

For a poet, he finds rhythm in bird’s chirping and in the slurp of his morning tea.

Poet might take a break from writing but he can never take a break from reading.

For a poet is an ink drinker and an ink spiller simultaneously.

From Shakespeare’s sonnets to blogger’s free verses; he dives deep in the sea of poetry.

Poet might take a break from writing but he may never stop daydreaming.

For daydreaming is the part of his routine, maybe a basic need of survival!

for a poet, his day starts with poem and ends with poem.

Most of his night is spent in weaving a fictitious story in his mind or reminiscing the lost memory.

For the poet’s night is mostly sleepless due to untangled thoughts and in melancholy.

Poet might take a break from poem but he will never miss the chance to reveal his perspective about the basic things.

For he may muse about the ordinary things; about the age of his grandparents, his mother’s traumas or his father’s stress.

You may call him lunatic but he will have the perspective about every thing.

For the poet may not remember your birthday but he will remember your conversation with him on your last birthday, for him the words are his home; for the poet, the poem is home.

Chinmai Khare.