Silence holding me in it's quiet and contemplative
sphere, taking me into places of serenity while
creating literature incessantly.
Inspiration constantly at my beck and call, intellect
taking this mind gently and carefully into the midst
of all thoughts innate and beautiful.
Always helping to create poetry, tantalizing and very
picturesque, always being projected on photographic
screens interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with you. Silence, contemplation and inspiration are inseparable. When the inspiration becomes a way of life, it becomes a kalp taru (wish-fulfilling tree according to Indian Mythology) .