Every man is a poet in his own way.

Poetry is simply the cry of a heart that wishes to be heard,

its the sigh of the painter,

its the sweat on the brow of the athlete.

Poetry holds life's ambiguities and your slow breaks,

your reality of the paralyzing fears that haunts you.

Idly move your pen in a string of words that your heart carries, may they be of 

grief, depression, failures and flops; a perpetual feeling of inadequency.

Cry a river and build a bridge, let your eyes rest and let the pen cry for you,

create your sun, plant your anchor, set up your sanctum and live.

Poetry for me marks the progression of mankind, it lets you start a war and swoon

a lover. 

It embodies emotion in a way an equation can't. It valids my emotions

for the simple fact that I feel it.

Poetry, to me, is a haven.