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.