They say I am too poetic
I build castles
Out of chunks of broken fantasies;
I keep Autumns and Sunrises
Rhyming in and out
No matter the circumstances;
I gift my beloved
Love spiralled around pages
Pages that smell of love letters!
I sprinkle my caged emotions
Like fairy dust
Over my creations;
My desk is star-studded
They twinkle and show me
My way to the end sequence;
The world is my garden
I pluck flowers from which,
Decorating my whimsial kingdom;
I am in love with metaphors
They flavour my thoughts
When I am unable to express;
Titanic like verses
Crash alright
I somehow still find my sapphire!
They say I am too poetic
And I say I am just a poet
Obsessed with the hidden realities!