Not everyone has love for poetry but the chances that one has love for beauty is comparatively higher as beauty is what everyone loves to see. Beauty can be a young woman or a simple blade of green grass dancing in thin air.

Beauty is the loveliest thing that our eyes are trained to see. It is natural and it gives us a sense of seeing things in its completeness. It is the completeness where things become alive and voiceless tree finds words through the throbs of a poet.

It is the sense of poetry that makes the heart so important and every lover falls in love through heart and gets kissed off the relation from the heart ache. Although all such coherences of thought are made up in brain.

Poetry is an idea, an unborn baby existing in the wombs of its mother’s brain that comes through the heart and then surfaces through words. It is the total sum of your experience, fallacy and the wanton desires that cherish in the bud of your heart and heart ache.

It is a form of mediation and it is an ointment over the arid experiences and over the unspoken pangs of life. It is also a rain of beautiful feelings. It is chilling breeze of romantic whiff. It is the test of loving something or someone through words. It is the medium for conveying emotions from one heart to another.

It is the testimonial of human sufferings and the deep generated pathos where human cries like an insect and bleeds like butterfly. These metaphors have the oceanic capacity to surmount the range of his emotions.

It is a channel of humour, a human spirit which brings joy and baths with the spring of the goodness.

Poetry is actually a map of your personal internal world that comes out in the shape of poem through words but it is a picture of your gamut of human experiences and inner voices. If one likes to read a person like a book then they should read his or her poetry and the reflection of creativity will soon find a place of their unmatched self-image in his or her words.

It is the vibrant image of one’s life and it is the true traveling of one’s heart and emotion which are touching every sphere of one’s life.

Poetry is not a collection of lovely words but a fine recollection of memories and the closest image of one’s soul.

Poetry reading is like a lovely exploration of one’s finest youth and adolescent joy which is under a microscope and filtered with finest sense of humanity/mortality.