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The Rush That Fills My Senses

Updated: Apr 10, 2024

By Hardik Jain


The rush that fills my senses

When I put words to stagnant air,

The high I get from putting pen to journal

ls simply something, nothing can compare.


My soul unwrapped and bare

In dripping, overflowing odes,

Offered to others unfiltered

Richly brewed and exposed.



Poetry is my spark

My wick and my wax,

It lights me up, burns bright, and smoulders

Fantasy, dreams, prayers, and facts.


Unlike most people

I see beauty in black and white,

The scratches on paper or clicks on keyboards

A tempo that brings pure delight.


Music to my ears and flow to my soul

Lyrics put to tones,

This a well-timed movie quote.

Rhythm in the atmosphere

They harbour my old soul.


Love in the written word

Font dark and bold,

It's the fuel to my fire.

Hand me a match &

Watch what transpires.


A heart stitched and patched

So, if you see a photograph

That takes your breath away,

That's what poetry is to me

That's what I live for each day.


By Hardik Jain



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