"And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for."
When it comes to poetry, I have never believed in constrained definitions about words on a page. I have always felt poets are not just the ones who write poetry, but also the ones who just possess a poetic mind - a mind that is capable of appreciating poetry or anything that is poetic. And here births the paradox - as all poetry is created by the poets, so that means all that is considered poetic is also only made so by the poets themselves.
I always imagined an ideal "poets society" to be one in which people can, without any obligation to do so, come and sit together during a random sunset, look at the sky and just drown in the moment. Perhaps this is why I never made it to my college's poetry club.
I don't write poems often, nor do I know if I'll ever write again, but here are some words that I put together during different occassions and needless to say, in different states of mind.
A mad world it is, perhaps
Where life is an unsolicited gift.
Before drowning in the nectar of the clouds,
In the wide open sky, we look for a rift.
I don't know if it counts into sanity
When roses fascinate us even after countless heartbreaks.
To tell apart love from madness
Is to escape a dream from which one never wakes.
The wonders of what's beyond death
Are thoughts by which many are fazed.
As time ensnares us in this journey of life, love and death,
I think it is madness to not be amazed.
Oh, haven't you wondered
Why, by the storms you're always adored?
Why, when the dark, moonless sky prevails,
You're the only one still ashore?
So fierce and so unforgiving, or so the tales say -
“Dare anything stand in their way!”
But you think it's a mystery why, when they soar
You feel you’re somewhere a part of the lore.
So look me in the eye and tell me,
Have you truly never wondered why,
When you look in the mirror
You find something you truly adore?