The channels of my mind are flooded,
Thoughts flowing in streams making it deluged,
Unexpressed emotions need an outlet,
Through poetry where hearts can connect.
Opening the floodgates of my soul,
I let go of my emotional control,
When I speaks to my own mind,
My hidden emotions run wild.
When I spill love and bliss in the blank paper,
The hate in me evaporates like vapor,
When I open the doors of my soul,
Feelings explode and fill up pages in whole.
The emotions which I cover with mask,
Keeping them in heart is an impossible task,
How long I can withstand those stirrings in my heart?
Through my poetry, I empty most of that part.
An emotionally charged volcano in eruption,
Filling pages with my strong conviction,
My addiction to express through poetic depiction,
All my soul’s true light and its reflections.
© K.Radhakrishnan
An insightful evocation of the what it means to be a poet.
Captured the soul of the poet beautifully written.
A frank and personal take on poetic composition.
poetry is a life within a life…in us…in our heart where silence speaks and understands the flow of emotions…it gives us the light to see beyond the horizon where our thoughts glide and ponder… i know its how we are as we drift with our soul…