When I Met Poetry
Poetry is the last medicine for bleeding souls. And it heals you like a magic potion. First time I had a taste of what masqueraded as love, First time my heart shattered to billion pieces First time I learnt about the bittersweet reality called life, That's when I first encountered poetry. And when I met poetry, She came like a soothing quilt in freezing winter, A long awaited shade in a beautiful summer, And like the last leaf of autumn. She came when I least expected her. And she stayed, like true love. Like a shoulder I can lean upon, Arms I could embrace, And a soul I'd merge into. And everytime I wrote She didn't give me smile She gave me life.