The stanzas telling how to love,
How to live and how to dream
But it's an abstract reality to dwell in.
A poem is not a game of metaphors and similes,
But it's the art of life tearing smiles
A poem is neither the boundaries of
Nor a destination,
It's an autonomy of emotions
And the reflection of dreams
Rising beyond the clouds
Pushing the limits of horizon.
A poem is not a flow
To measure the depth of creation,
It's a timeless story of time travel
And journey of hidden feelings
Breathing pain and pleasure
Keeping the souls alive
It's a flaw beyond perfection.