Without poetic seed there won't be prose. The entire network of branches, twigs, flowers, fruits and leaves is nothing but a commentary on the small poetic seed. So all ye wannabe writers, nurture the poet in you, who understands the value of pause in life, who moves slowly to watch everything, sight and smell everything. Brushstrokes of poetry softly touch the soul without disrupting its restful muse and bring out nuggets of love, compassion, harmony and peace. All content © Sandeep Dahiya
Here I own my entire identity;
no need to just run after
fractions of myself that are
eulogized as pathways to the ultimate.
It might be that this ‘I’ in me
breeds my wickedness,
But doesn’t it sire
my art, writing, music and painting?
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