“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” —Leonard Cohen
They ask what my inspiration is
I say,
a falling leaf
a withered rose
a shape in the clouds
a long-lost song on the radio
or a sunset
I long to see
They ask what drives my magical quill
I say,
A lover’s secret desire
a mind brimming with emotions
or sometimes my heart
set on fire
They asked who is your muse
I say,
a giggling baby
a dancing diva or
an enchantress
or sometimes the
daily grind of my mundane life
makes me put my poetry into
a beautiful use
They ask what keeps you going
I say,
my poetry is my religion
and I worship no one
but
my words
which keeps the elixir
of life within my veins
flowing.
I blog at Megha’s World
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