Poets of the World

Bismillah...

You breathe into the ventricles of my heart.
And so with the blessing of your exhalation
I carried you essence heavy within my ribcage
Who knew air could weight so much?
Perhaps your speaking through it gave it mass
Where none was there before

And its deliverance to a heart in need of respiration
Gave purpose to parting lips
And compressed diaphragms
They who dared speak the unspoken
Dared to live the unbelievable
And carve its possibility into realistically doubtful minds

Wonderment, honestly, splendour with every stroke of the pen
Every documented philosophy
Where dreamers wake the sleeping
And sleepers learn to dream
Where the language of hope is spoken
Whispered in metaphors
Into the depths of the soul
A place that imprisons ignorance and converts disbelief

A city of truth speakers, freedom and peace seekers
Rebels to the conventional schools of thought
Swimmers in pools of hearts
Where most float just to get by
Forgetting to connect valves and aspire to inspire.

But, you…never would you let yourself float lifelessly in such vastness

You…

The dwellers of this place called Passion.