Fascinated by Keats, Wordsworth and Shelly during my childhood days when I would imagine myself onto the roof of this world with a pen and crumbled paper in hand. Thoughts coming out and draining like channeled ray, I try to rhyme ‘love’ with ‘dove’ and take the airs of an expert poet who’s renounced this world to teach the world about perceptions they feel and neglect but don’t ponder to explore…… All about my beginning plunge into this baffling ocean of verses! The musings necessary aren’t all mature pieces that can be bejeweled pieces of a compilation book. They have been a result of reveries, fantasies and often forsaken feelings. They are even not impeccable yet pure. 
I don’t read or write poetry because it is cute and beautiful. I read and write poetry just because I’m a member of the human race. And the human race is filled with power and passion of verses. Of course, medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love are what we really stay alive for… The wings of poesy has conquered the whole world, every inch of it lay servile to its might……After all its wings are the fire that resounds in every heart and soul.
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