Words Left Unsaid

…During my school days, I read a poem;

“A man of words and not of deeds

is like a garden full of weeds

and when the weeds begin to grow

it's like a garden full of snow

and when the snow begins to fall

it's like a bird upon the wall

and when the bird away does fly

it's like an eagle in the sky

and when the sky begins to roar

it's like a lion at the door

and when the door begins to crack

it's like a stick across your back

and when your back begins to smart

it's like a penknife in your heart

and when your heart begins to bleed

you're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.”

―Percy B. Green

.. And fell in love with poetry. Never did I think though, that I will end up writing a poem let alone a book, but that’s life. You cannot do what you want to do but end up doing what you never believed you would. For me that was writing a poetic verse, a poem, a poetry book. It was not as if I planned writing it, over the years, during different times, phases of life, happy and sad moments, when I needed to express my feelings, I kept on writing stuff off and on my blog and then one day I thought, why not collect everything and publish a book. I have tried to compile a variety of genres here such as love, patriotism, sadness, happiness, humour, real life events, dialogues, emotions, thoughts, religion, and observations. I am in no way saying it will be worth reading, but I hope people reading this will try to absorb themselves in the words the same way I did when i was writing them.