FEELS LIKE HOME

In silent darks and void nights In serene seas and breezes In days when nobody listens In moments when stoic mind bleeds ink Poetry has been a solace. In a maze of whelved words In dawns when cynefins fade In time of highs and lows In pulses that awakens phobia Poetry has been a panacea Rhymes have been moulding clouds Whispering a blissful rainfall Soothing the broken fragile hearts Spreading a fragrant petrichor Poetry is one of a kind Papers have not just been friends But a wonderwall that listens Breathing has been a paradox Inhaling words exhaling poems Poetry will forever be indelible