Poetry is one of the highest forms of art which comes alive in hours of deepest solitude.
It is like a divine intervention. It strikes just when the firmament of one’s sky is either too dark & brooding or lit up with the brilliant light of life’s great moments.
No one can explain why or how this inner rhythm & rhyme starts weaving magical stories with words . But it somehow does.
The mystery of this phenomenon cannot be explained but it can be enjoyed.
Ladies & Gentlemen, I present to you my rhythm & rhyme: my Melody of Silence !