“I’m a poet they conclude,
hoping to live a fantasy none could pull,
but I term myself as a writer
who pens down occassionally,
much of which is an inbuilt;
also an architect they should include,
the creator of infrastructures,
that a very few could build.
I immerse deep into delusional thoughts
they can’t refuse,
at times writing is my therapist
that makes me who i am,
moulding me into a human
to contemplate the mankind’s
unfolded intuitions,
for i am so many things you still can’t unbrick.
You would call me an introvert
stubborn, not easy to handle.
It happens, because you never know
how I conquer the feelings concurrently
without anyone’s interruption,
musing hard on every nature’s species
a tree or animal, a river or rock.
We reflect ourselves,
in the position of many,
for I am so many things you still can’t unbrick.
I’m a writer who fantasizes,
an architect who builds up the frame,
a therapist too, to introspect your notions,
and many more, you can never ever imagine,
for I am so many things you still can’t unbrick.”
Many of you would have thought atleast once, that why do writers live their lives very differently and why do they think and act unlike others.
As a reader gets involved in an author’s story, the writers introspect into the life of many. They get into the shoes of others, look at their lives, think about their problems and worry about it, same as the sufferer and tranform them into words.
Had a great expearience with Mr. Adam @the_bird_talks who inititated for a collaboration, in order to express our love and gratitude to every poets and writers around the world.
The poem is pretty long but do spare some time as it’s worth reading.
PEN IT DOWN 