Silent eyes gaze the world around.
From what they notice,
deep within they stir the conscience.
Where the blazing flames of emotions mold
all that is within the conscience into feelings.
And no barrier is strong enough
to hold the heavy fumes of feelings swirling rigorously within the furnace anymore.
Just a shadow of sorrow is enough to send ripples that turn to wrinkles across the visage.
A trickle of a tear is all that is needed to make the fumes erupt.
A ray of sunshine is enough to bring the poet out of his grave.
The beauty around screams out aloud enticing a glee from the eyes.
Light of love and attraction travels faster than light itself to light up the darkest corners of the heart.
The fumes of feelings vent out
vigorously taking form of words.
Led by continuous observation taking shape of learning and beliefs.
Where learning and beliefs become the architects of allegories.
Where allegories are infused with metaphors.
Where ironies coalesce into epigrams
Where feelings give birth to verses, rhymes and poetries.
And words set you free..