A Poem -004

A poem, is much like a dream come true. Prior to its conception the poet feels like someone or something is within-as if a limbless entity, a touchless kiss, a lust free urge is touching you, kissing you, hugging you, embracing you, fingering at all the strings of the heart. lacerating all the veils of desires, licking all the tenderness within, gagging all the chaos inside- the locked corridor of the soul. And here starts the nausea.. The first vomits initiated- Sign of impregnation And the idea enters The poet’s womb. Now the poem is conceived. A new sense, a new feeling a new essence spreads through, throughout the labyrinth of the whole existence.