poetry ain't an art, it's a state of mind, fool!!

I never gave you the keys,

so i'm confused why you're in here.

I've always kept my door shut,

even if nothing was there.

I never gave you the keys,

yet now there's not 1, not 2 but many of you here.

And truth be told, i really hope you stay,

or come again tomorrow, or even later today.

Cause you all are the light that was sorely missing,

the music that makes my heart go a sizzling,

Fuck keys and thanks to those who ignored my unfriendly signs,

leaving ineffable traces of sweet wine,

cannon bombs of fun,

and flourishing flowers under the sun.

in return, Love, is the best i can do,

expressing and living it true.

just something i wrote right now in the delhi heat cause i had a case of irrepressible beauty, which someone probably left behind, but i had to let it out.  some people quite simply and cheesily, inspire me to become the best, nicest person i can be and i feel so blessed to have met such people. even when times are hard, i just need to remember about these velvet smooth souls, and that'll remind me what i'm living for, velvet. i wonder if my capacity to love has just increased, or people's loving feelings have increased recently. whatever it is there's some mad magic in the air, and i can't stop sniffing it, especially cause i now have wicked yogic breath thanks to india by way of yoga, except sometimes when i have nasal problems which is an issue i briefly brushed upon in my penultimate post.