Being a poet

Writing, isn’t,
losing something, but,
is regaining every feeling, that is lost.

Writing has, but,
far reaching effect,
to many, it might result,
in a perspective shift, complete.

So write whatever you want,
adding, a little rhyme to it,
and you shall be loved,
for you might have made,
a connection for a lifetime,
with someone disconnected,
your own unselfish self.

© Hari Prasad.S

Concealed Paradise

In my anchor less sleep,
i’m consciously dwelling deep.

Playing all night is a dreadful,
stale tale.

The moon that was on crescent, throughout, has turned full,
i keep praying him to remain dull.

His vision for me has blurred,
putting me in deep trouble.

Awaiting for dewdrops to fall ‘n’ turn me, to a pearl,
i woke up once more, stuck within my shell.

© Hari Prasad.S