My soul is in the
shape of every word, space and
line of this poem

A poets heart is like a maze

The answers are deep hidden in the heart

But the secrets are like labyrinth pellucid in mind

Until their soul feels bound to world full of chaos

Sometimes their mind seems to play tricks with them and sometimes they seems to play tricks it

Like the game of hide and seek

And the colours pellucid in soul becomes the dark secrets hidden in eyes

And the imagination forms the curlicue of words

Like the colours melt and mold over

To stick with the other colours

And words dance on pavement of their imagination as the wind reaches to soul

And fills the empty spaces of mind

By moving up and down

Words flow and marks the map

And make themselves navigable

At the unfurling pages of dream journal

On the wings of angels

Reaching to the moon

And waiting for the enchanting evening

On the shore of the ocean

Playing hide and seek

Until the answers are being formed upon imagination

And resonates with the surroundings

Reaching end to end to the intricate layers of soul and becoming the canopy for poets heart

Yet a poets hearts is like a maze


  1. Ray Not · June 15, 2020

    It’s always the game (hide & seek)… most important to catch the word & to wake up full of joy & new ideas!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Tisha · April 24, 2020

    Beautiful! I really like your choice of words!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Abhishek pathania · April 18, 2020

    Wow, amazingly penned.

    Liked by 1 person

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