Shall We All Have True Glee? Poem by ROCHISH MON

Suddenly my thoughts invited me

My expectations paved path for me



I came out of words,

I came out of sentences,

I came out of grammars



I came out, I came out…



One has said that he was a critic

I got away from him

One has said that he was an analyst

I distanced him



I am scared of commentaries

I am worried of conclusions



I came out of pages

I came out of books

I came out of languages



I got on to grammars-less beauty

I got on to sentences-less flavor

I got on to words-less sense



I am in expression

I am in impression



I drove myself beyond narrations

I surpassed sentiments and reached emotions

I dwell along with myself in aesthetics



Will you all be with me?


Shall we all have true glee? ?