Poems

Devoid of flesh, skin and bones,

Constituted wholly of imagination and creativity,

The words that flow from a pen,

Form mythical figures on a plain sheet.

Whatever the theme rises,

The poet impeccably furnishes,

With his wide, vast permeability.

He absorbs what he seeks,

The student in him playfully reasons,

While the scholar in him dictates,

The unfound, unexpressed truths,

Of nature, Lord and human civilizations.

The picturesque scene before him,

Canvassed by his own paraphernalia,

The buoyancy in his words portray,

A zeal embedded on his grotesque nature,

But his heart of gold,

Is the real architect of archaic poems.

                                                       - Skv.