Poetry to me is the blood that circulates in my veins. It is the basis of my survival. Writing is not a hobby for me. It’s the way of my life. It is not the transient desire of my mind. It is the eternal desire of my heart. I don’t write because I am free. I write because writing makes me free. Writing takes me into different world, which is much better than this but being optimistic, I share my visions and my opinions with all to show that emotional pain is something most of us experience in life at one point or another. It has been that my poems are meteoric as a falling star. No doubt, I feel happy that my poems are slowly but surely gaining recognition from all around the world but I feel proud and overjoyed that almighty has provided me with golden opportunity to be able to express myself and my feelings. If there is any general idea underlying my poetry, it is the absolute love of love. Yes, I am in love with love and I hate nothing at all. I think with love we can conquer any obstacles with ease. I believe in God and I believe in Love. I have faith in this universal religion called Love. My works are filled with the love and belief in human goodness. Where does mankind stand today? Where is mankind going? By objectively analyzing and studying the fascinating and sometimes startling poems of mine, one can learn to accept heartbreak as a part of Love.
Last but not the least; let me have the pleasure of sharing with you all, a very special poem. It speaks in volume. Listen to it and scrutinize its messages, then it is not too long before you would know what poetry really is.
Grandeur Of Poetry
It takes tons of time to compose an ounce of poetry
But when it is composed it surpasses the eternity
Its connotation like the four seasons of the earth
May change from time to time, its authenticity
Like the existence of the deity will be questioned
From time to time, its manifestation like the
Symphony of clouds will be misunderstood from
Time to time, but its universal consensus
Like the perpetual soul, will forever live on,
And its grandeur, like the countenance of the sun