In the twisted words of Gerard “The Poet” Butler a.k.a. Leonidas, I say “Tonight, I Rhyme so swell!” 😛

Yes, despite the odd avoidance, I do find the urge to rhyme. The instincts I feel that I had lost or subdued or bullied into a corner, have suddenly found place. It is that phase, that super moment where everything fits like a Jigsaw Puzzle again. It sure feels nice when things fall right into an appropriate place. 🙂

Without you,
I’m an identity without a name.
Ownership without a claim.
Winter without the chill.
I’m lost and hazy still.

Without you,
I’m adolescence without a game.
Accusation without a blame.
A tapdancer with no feet.
A heart without its beat.

Without you,
Theres no word or sentence.
No poem or no rhyme.
Without you,
I’m meaningless.

With you,
I’m the waves of the seas.
I’m the chill of the Monsoon breeze.
I’m the strength and I’m the might.
I’m the Sun, its rays and its light.

With you,
I’m the imagination, I’m the dream.
I’m flawless, I’m supreme.
I’m the mountain and its peak.
I’m provider of the love you seek.

With you,
The words arrange their own sentence.
They set themselves nice and neat.
They rhyme and display sublime essence.
With you, I become complete.

– Khushrav.