Poetry

By Shreya Madambath

And this is a rush….

My hands are aimless and scribbling,

My mind has no thoughts but my hands are guiding me.

This is me.

This is art.

This is poetry that speaks through the soul.

It has character, except the rush of excitement as it is being written.

It has no form, no structure, except the poet writing it.

This is me. This is my art.

By Shreya Madambath