Poetry is progeny of silence...

Often words are not as fluid as ink, there’s always a struggle to translate your thoughts, your emotions in select few words. Filtering monologues of ever active mind could be a real challenge. The smell of the ink flowing from the pen takes you to a place of calmness. The pause of silence lets you meet your conscious — subconscious thoughts and underlying emotions.
This silence is often ignored for its inert nature, but it is the most powerful yet simple way to explore your thoughts. Silence engulfs all thoughts ever thought and yet to be thought of. It contains all the words ever spoken and unspoken. Silence permeates matter, space and time for it is ever present, it is key to unlock consciousness. It is these moments spent in silence; let you find your inner voice. It is within the depths of this silence, that if you listen attentively, a voice guides you towards the direction you need to take.
Poetry emerges within this space. When you explore your thoughts, underlying feelings, ask questions to self, observe things as they are, you gain a new perspective. Channelizing your thoughts in a guided, structured thinking oblivious to the noise around and spending quiet time with self, you are able to identify root emotions. It is from these roots emerges writing, adorned with choicest of words draped with syllables. Poetry is a progeny of this silence. It is a result of silent contemplation of both melancholy & joy in equal measures. It is a medium to overcome sorrow as well as to celebrate good things in life. It is a process that gets activated from within, this urge from within that drives you, inspires you to churn this silence and to be bold enough to share with others your thoughts, desires, disappointments, successes, expressions & beliefs.
Writing poetry is a healing, rejuvenating process that enriches your soul as well as that of your reader. Poetry is a process to pen down impulses of the mind with an attempt to seek answers embedded deep within your instincts.


Searching within the depths of silence
moving with the currents of thoughts
reaching the underlying corals of emotions
a poet finds the iridescent pearls of poems
hidden in oyster shells , made of dreams & desires