My works...

Love was when you smiled at my clumsiness, Love was when I let it change into laughter. Love was when you decided to defend me, Love was when I let the defence change into a joke. Love was when you took me on a date, Love was when I let you order the food that I hate. Love was when you promised me the stars, Love was when I let them blind me. Love was sparks flying when you kissed me, Love was when I let the sparks burn me. Love was when you said you wanted me, Love was when I let you take me without you asking me. Love was bliss when I loved you, Love was toxic when you loved me. ~Sushmitha

What is a poem? Is all I can think about. How do I write it? Is all I can wonder of. From the moment I’ve read yours, From the moment I laid my eyes on your words, I believe in magic, I believe in the power of words. They told me that, A poem has to have it's words Rhyme. A poem has to sound like a clock with it’s Chime. They told me that, A poem has to have Metaphors and analogies. When life itself is a metaphor, What else can I write? Your poem, However, Questioned all that they told Right from it’s header. Your words had a flow, But they didn’t rhyme. Your words were a clock, Which didn’t chime. And yet, Yet they decided to call it poem, And I realized, The words need not rhyme, When their sentiments did. The clock need not chime, Since each second ticked.   You taught me, Metaphors and analogies Are by themselves a poem, A poem pulls them all in, By itself. You explained me that, Poem is not an arrangement Of words, But it is the word