On This Treasure Haven : Confessions of a Souper
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....
Copyright © Mehnaz Veetil | Year Posted 2013
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