No matter how consciously I hide;
Under the silent waters, you might see the rising tide!
But even if you see it all,
And wish to ask all that comes to your heart;
Promise me one thing,
You’ll never question my art!
At the times when words that thrive to come out so hard,
Get choked in the throat before reaching to the lips;
In those times we seek something,
That can see the vastness of the iceberg below its tip.
There are days that are longer than usual,
And the nights that take forever to cease;
In those moments comes out the art,
In different forms for everyone,
To get back the lost peace.
In my poetry,
You may find pieces of me that look ugly, broken or dark
or a heart filled with so much of love that it ignites a spark.
You might see volcanoes of unexplained happiness & sadness that seem to have forgotten to cease;
You might see me struggling with all the things,
I write about often,
All the things I’d like to believe.
You don’t know how terrifying it is talking about it,
So I write, write and write, only to fix together everything that keeps falling apart;
So even if you see it all,
Promise me,
You will Never Question My Art!