The View from The Window
A poem which I carried back

I still have these loose sheets which I carried back with me after the trip. Maybe one day I will share this poem which I wrote while watching the effect of sun rays and later moonlight on the waves. That time I was not a poet just a scribbler of memories. I would write food stories in my blog and sometimes about my son too.
One day somewhere I met poetry. It’s amazing how words can open the doors for us, it’s been a different kind of journey for me. I grew in a different way, now that I write more and speak less I have learnt to accept the harsh realities of life.
I know now it’s okay to be loner and dream about those unnecessary things. We poets need these irregularities to make our life poetic.
