you know you’re poetry in motion, don’t you?
the way you twinkle your eyes when thoughts rush anew,
the way your hair softly caresses your face,
the way your face grows older, silently through the days.
I hope you know that you’re a poet’s raw muse,
that which strikes in the middle of the night –
And on days when you need it the most,
I hope that you’re reminded that you are a ray of light.
I hope you know its heartwarming-
the will with you yearn to fly;
the childlike excitement on your face that shows up,
each time you see a rainbow in the sky.
I hope you know that you’re poetry,
even if you’re a bunch of tangled thoughts;
even in slow moments when you feel low
and even on days when you can’t connect the dots.
so you see, you’re like words on parchment paper,
that flow effortlessly like cold clear streams,
you’re the tiny light of the sequined stars,
you are your wildest, boldest dreams.
and how I hope that on days when its hard,
when there’s too much clutter on the shelf,
you have someone around who tells you that;
every version of you is a living verse in itself.

-mugdha