அறுந்த பட்டம்..திசை ஏதும் அற்று!

I read a poem ,
Should I call it a poem?
It took many of my moments,
together with my happiness .
Its no more a poem !
It has some thing to get done with my life ,
There were days
When I believed no life beyond poetry .
Hard to deem that I went through it .
“Poetry and dreams” ...
They are paradoxically exciting ;
But they are infinitely painful at times .
Infinity doesn’t exceed beyond loss .
Pain goes beyond happiness when its through poetry!
I am perplexed to call that poem a human
Some times it excites and it slaughters ;
But my vertigo ends with this poem
Because I always had read that poem from the end.
Moments of the poem lives along with me
I assume the poem is still in solitude….!