Words are drops from the heart.
My paper does not need to be marked.
A beginner or an expert,
there will be always remarks.
Every cloud is a proud artist
from the diverse canvas of the sky.
Still, some writers and readers writhe like sharks.
Suggestions from a long list, they kris, leaving thee with a closed fist.

A platform of expressions,
with long-lasting impressions,
perusing insight is a pathway of understanding, healing and light.
Shall not the essence of writing be lost.
A message or a piece of advice has no cost.

Poetic or prosaic,
intelligence is concise and classic.
Dumb, a line is sometimes epic
but sarcasm is a burning crisp.
The liberty of confession speaks of its construction.
Bury no silence in the depth of destruction.
Let bosoms spill sentiments.

Grammars, vocabularies and syntax,
a furious tongue is an axe
and character is a fact.
Penning injuries, suturing worries,
who needs judges and juries?
Laughs a white candle wax to a red smack,
murmuring a prayer to the back attack.

A damaged soul flies with spree.
Choice and direction are free.
Acting like bombs,
checking raw wounds,
try to foretell the epitaphs of beloved tombs.
No butter-up, rotten cakes need no ghee.

Paragraphs stair to no castle.
Bursting moods like hell,
dotting wraths, unpleasant can be tales,
spoiling poetry to stale.
There, with insults and praises,
waltzes a damsel in a cruel dance.

And darling, making up with refined words,
shining falsity like an aesthete
does not glow a poet.
Solo, pairs and strings no duet.
May peace be upon digital frets.
Handshake or snake, winds a shadow without any regret.

"Well, I know my onions and I respect different opinions."

05/01/2024

© Jhaya Gujadhur