ON THIS TREASURE HAVEN : CONFESSIONS OF A SOUPER

Written by: Mehnaz Veetil


ON THIS TREASURE HAVEN : CONFESSIONS OF A SOUPER


Forever is the word I quoth here
For how long I want to be here

Creativity powered  with watts of battery
On this lovely haven of flowing poetry

Oh , a flashback of this tale I would like to share
ever when I held up a poem  with talents spare,

cold douche froze my buds of passions raw
up on the mind where frustrations  sat and thawed

I wandered long ,before I stumbled upon here
words I scribbled on almost everywhere,

seasoned with emotions from mundane to rare
and tossed and turned till it dulled and grayed.

Some poked  with a 'now what' ,and a few sighed,  
a few ignored , many dug  with words which pacified.

Just a couple or two came thumbs up
pulling out the deep thorns of years ' rump.

Past is past , and I don't care , now on the Soup I dwell
With the soup I rise and I fall, on the Soup are my tidings as well

Lost in lyrical  rainbows ,dinner and shower a pineal clock reminder
With amazing  poet pals , treasures from distant worlds meander...

Forever is the word I quoth here
For how long I want to be here

Creativity powered  with watts of battery
On this lovely haven of flowing poetry....