Shorthand of the Soul (poem)

Poetry breeds truths

In the womb of the mind

With the grammar of a different kind

It trades the linear coffin of logical wood planks

For seeds that sprout mysteriously

Like flower blossoms where winter meets spring

It talks to nether beings nestled 

in the inner crevices of the heart and conscience.

Words lie low to trigger

Forest fires of unseen thoughts

Where rhythm meets meaning

And energies flow.

The good ones know

 --- Madhavan N (2022)

#WorldPoetryDay