My Journey Of Becoming A Writer. Poem by nandika mehra

A journey, I can always rely upon
Confused, living around chaotic cacophony
Exploring chords, wishing to make them Dance,
Decorating words with a pen, coincidence chance.
I began absorbing fantasy with mere vision,
I began merging thoughts without a reason.
Reason to write and forget about world,
Reason to live with spirit, yet to behold.
Creating a different version of soul,
I observe diamond incarnated from coal,
With words i fill the hopeless hollow hole.
In the caves of darkness i planted seed of wisdom,
Which blooms into a liberal kingdom.
It was a new experience, feeling everything deeply,
Feeling of drowning, burning and living completely.
The more I write The more i see,
The beauty in death and corpse in living.
And here i found my purpose of being born,
I found, angels and devils with horns,
I found happiness when others mourn.
- nandika