Poetry

I wish I could be poetry.

Precise words
Emotions adorned,
With highs and lows and punctuations-
Asking you to give me a break
Once a while

Or stop.
Stop and stare for a second,
Muse on, over a cup of tea
Or a sip of wine.

Make you cry, or fall
In love,
Make you smile or laugh or sigh,
Provoke your internal fires
To burn down acres of distress filled in your heart.

To give you twists in the middle
And a surprise at the bottom,
Keeping the interest intact
As the mystery unfolds;

I wish I could be poetry.

Enough in itself
With an applaud for being me;
A peaceful ending,
A hope for new beginning.