Because bitterness can taste sweet.....

.....and words can mean what they read.

I thought to myself today- what do my poems mean to me?

I have been writing poems ever since I can remember holding a pen. First were the untidy scribbles which meant no more than ABC, and then came the better, bolder lines which to me, were an insight into my being. Through the years my words have matured, but the themes have remained personal. In my poems I give to the world what it has given me in so many ways. Every line that I have written has been a personal experience, an adventure an observation, or merely a need in my life. But each has taught me a lesson which couldn’t be learnt any other way. Each has made me think, reflect, improve and find that glinting ray of satisfaction we all hope for. My poems are my karma, my repentance, my healing, my escape and my pride. In short, they’re the 'purity' in me.

For every painful experience, there is a solace in knowing that the bad won’t be forever. My poems are that solace. In my words I find the healing I yearn, and in my poems I reveal that antidote to the world.

When I shut down, words come from within me. And that to me - is Poetry.