The Poetry That Searches

Poetry that paints a portrait in words,
Poetry that spills the bottled emotions,
Gives life to the feelings deep inside,
Breaks through all the times wept,
To sweep you in a whirling ecstatic delight.

The chiseled marble of language,
The paint spattered canvas,
Where colors flow through words,
Where emotions roll on a canvas,
And it all begins with you.

The canvas that portrays the trembling you,
Through the feelings that splash,
Through the words that spatter,
All over the awaiting canvas.
Such is the painting sketched with passion,
Colored with the heart's unleashed emotions.

The poetry that reads your trembling heart,
The poetry that feeds the seed of your dreams,
That poetry that reveals light within rain,
Takes you to a place where beauty lies in stain.
The poetry that whispers-
"May you find the stars, in a night so dark,
May you find the moon, so rich with silver,
May you sip the madness and delight
In a night berserk with a wailing agony".
Such words that arise from spilling emotions,
So recklessly you fall, in love with life again.

So, you rise shedding your fears,
To chase after your dreams,
As you hear thunder in the rain,
That carries your pain,
Through the painting of words, colored with courage,
Splashed with ferocity, amidst the lost battles.
Such is the richest color splash in words,
Laid down on papers, that stayed so empty,
For ages and ages.

At times, you may feel lost,
Wandering homeless in the woods,
But poetry that you write,
To drink the moonlight and madness,
Poetry that you spill on a canvas with words,
Calls you to fall, for life again.

The words that evoke the intense emotions,
The painting that gives the richest revelation,
The insight that deepens in a light so streaming,
Is the poetry that reveals the truth and beauty,
In a form so elemental, in a way so searching,
For a beauty so emotive,
Which trembles,
With the poetry's deepest digging.

The words that take your eyes to sleep,
The poetry that stills your raging feelings,
Is the portrait of words that carries you,
In emotions bottled within, held so deep,
For an era so long.
Forgotten they seemed, yet they arose,
With the word's deepest calling,
To the soul sleeping inside.
The poetry that traces your emotions with words,
Is a poetry that traces your soul with its lips,
To speak a language that your heart understands.

.....Jayita Bhattacharjee