PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

There is nothing for me here,

except my breath, my pen and my hand.

There is nothing here mine,

except the inspiration running in the line.

There is nothing new here,

except the renewed meaning in place and time.

There is nothing significant here,

except incidences trigger my creativity.

There is nothing mysterious here,

except death and this life journey.

There is nothing scholarly here,

except the discovery of my lack of knowledge.

There is nothing complex here,

except this simplicity and my broken words

There is nothing valid here,

except what my eyes witness.

There is nothing real here,

except the lived experiences and the unlived illusion.

There is nothing here so deep,

except the voice in the midst of stillness and silence,

There is nothing here for me to keep,

except My Beloved whom I freed.

There is nothing mesmeric here,

except being in the Circle of Love.