Finding Myself
Omila Thounaojam *
I write poems with no diamond studded rhymes
Each line makes me glow with words born out of my life.
Call it a white lie meant to make my thoughts rhyme
My pen tells me not to halt while it kisses each time.
Each kiss launching a new word throbbing with life
Impulses and rhythms merging together like body and soul
Waiting since long for a meaning worth longing for...
My pen paints moments of my life all ignored by all
Is it a spiritual revelation or simply a dreamlike note?
Struggling beneath my soul to be released on time
Conflicting meditative talking words of a simple Poet
Penetrating through the hypnotic walls of illusionary world
It is true! Poetry can become an honest tour guide
A god gifted magical light showing hidden landmarks
Buried deep down in the hideous terrain of one’s mindscape!
Who can say poetry isn't a magical Chinese gift box all layered?
Never imagined touring this multiple worlds within my world
Earning self-discovery in the journey to one's interior territory
Oh Poetry! Creating you recreates me all over again...
Beauteous are your ways in teaching me life’s grandeur ways.
* Poem written by Omila Thounaojam
The poet can be contacted at omilathounaojam(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on September 07 2012.
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