Completing life..

How can I put a word,
to what excites my muse?
For what inspires me,
might be to her, a ruse.

With each tear of pain,
she writes but of hope;
she writes but a future,
how with pain, to cope.

With each smile of joy,
she writes of its cause,
when inspiration sings,
I find words at a loss.

When I curse in anger,
she urges me to forget;
with each word to ink,
I find a better outlet.

When smitten by love,
words shine in the moon,
I write of my feelings,
to be together real soon.

My passion for writing,
I know it never sleeps,
with every little turn,
my life on edge it keeps.

Each emotion that lives,
in my heart’s each beat,
brings a poem to life,
and life feels complete.

Then the moment passes,
I am reborn once again,
to find that new poem,
that flows in my veins.

Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 12, Where passion resides)

(’12, Oct 12)

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.