The Story Of Poetry And It's Lover. Poem by Gautham Gangadharan

Poetry! !
The experiences sold,
The pimping of miseries.
It is,
the fragmented pieces of
happiness shared.

When someone-unknowingly
Fell in love with,
He sheds the tear of happiness,
Looking at the matrix,
of the eternal cosmos!
And he,
'The clairvoyant'
Even cuddles,
the worms and spiders of life
Often squeezed by most.
Because he knows it like hell! !
Realises it,
That they are no longer different from,
And he finds himself in them,
In everything! !

But he laughs at,
Your run! !
And sometimes mocks
At your goddamn life,
At your fakeness,
Unfortunately
At your everything! !

Haa! You may see him insane instead!
But you know what?
Among you,
He was the only person sane!

And this is the golden irony-
The spells of the insane
Cures the wounds of the sane! !

Oh poetry! !
The dearest,
Thousands loved you,
And thousands ignored.
But you continued to live then,
And even now-giving temptaions
to your admirers.

Let me love you my beloved,
A love that is,
Quite unconditional, evergreen.

But oh! My walk is limited.
I may go
But there will be someone
To perish you,
My passing over doesn't really matters.
And let them enrich you then.

Whatever,
But let me love you
I know this is timid, so I am
But for me,
Living means, loving you.
Let me have a congo with you,
I dont care,
If my heart fails after!