By a road-side..

[sonali]

Something caught my eyes,
By the Road side,
Pile of books,
& a guy with lots of smokes,
Searching for something,
Mixture of snotty & polite face,
May be he was a writer - convicted for what he wrote !

Intemperate me,
Was just judging books from the cover pages,
& then I found one,
Some poems of an unknown poet,
The quotes on the covers were not sooo impressive,
Nor the editors who wrote them for him..

Like all previous ones,
I was to throw that back to the pile,
& suddenly a cold hand - shivering,
Touched me..

He was the writer standing - searching next to me,
Said humbly, " Son, may I have it please ? ,
Its the only reminder of my past - my identity - my emotions"..
"Best reward to a writer is how his reader holds his/her writes.. Emotions are not to be thrown - the only treatment they deserve is respect"

[Rational Head]

poet is a writer....his poem speaks..
a thought has its own tongue...
it can speak...
its an identity of the writer...
and thoughts are not only pages of a old book..
thoughts are the milestone which will help someone to make brighter future..
thoughts will remind us that yes this is the way...
thats life..
yes thats your past...
its not only imagination..
its a mixture of emotions and imagination...