Sonali Ray

Cadences flow from the soul Meters, syllables, Squirting up and down the veins Twenty-six alphabets Render blood the red tint. *

Verses ain't a captive of the mother tongue. It's the medium of expressing unvoiced feelings. Words are like magma, bubbling inside the pulpy chasm * A tiny fissure and the lava bursts hurriedly down the crispy world called pages, fabricating magical concoctions. It streams, unbeknownst. It tugs countless hearts, birthing endless hopes. * Poetry is a river, rising from a soul's frigid capes. The journey is a medley of myriad emotions, caressing hearts until it blends with the unsettled souls, evoking unbridled dreams! © Sonali Ray