Many years ago, when pain forced its way
Yearned I an escape vent, to still be sane
Rain to calm me, no darkness in my day
In this quest, I sought life, a little mundane
All lost, I considered, to give up my fight
Desire was ardent, yet far away – hope
It was then I realized, embraced light
Still I had poems, with them I could cope
My reincarnation started, I wrote
Yearning for the fire, the sparks again rose
My quest began, a carnival of notes
Imagination soared, subsided woes
Now the language etched, continues writing
Despite the obstacles, continues fighting
This post marks a small milestone for my carnival of thoughts. It is my 1000th post at this space, and I’m delighted to have reached it. Four years back, when I started out on this journey to keep my muse alive, I’d not have dreamed of this post. Thanks to all my friends and readers who’ve been a part of this journey that is having no end, and no end to learning and bettering myself. Cheers!
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Thursday Poets Rally, Week 37, Jan 13th to 19th
One Single Impression, #151 – Carnival
Poetry Potluck, at Jingle Poetry
One Shot Wednesday, at One Stop Poetry
Acrostic Only, Poets Choice Prompt
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Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.