'What else,but poetry?'

I sit down, my fingers typing away again...
This time around,I wish I can create more than poetry...
Something more,
something different,
something that can say far more of the things I talk of than what my verses have done so far...
I know my thoughts...
For my thoughts are me...
I know my thoughts,
I know those colours,
I know those smiles
and I know those curves which are made into calligraphic symbols of truth....
Yes,I know all that I have made...
I know that I have done so far what poetry has helped me do,
for it has been my voice,
voice I have long lost in my real world...
But again, I venture,
I wonder, I ask...
What was my real me,
what is my real me?
What else, I wonder, as words are flowing away,
I wonder what else have I got to do?
How different should I be,to be me?
For others to reach me...
I want to do something different..
Yes,enough,yes,so long for the soul searching verses...
Yes,it is satiating,what verses have sung,
now its time to venture into something beyond poetry...
Yes,I wish to do something more,something different...
So,I set myself to muse on all the beauty,from which I can inspire myself to script something which is beyond poetry...
I notice the blades of grass,after rain,as if the hair of the maiden called Earth,fresh out of a pond of glistening water,bathed and cleansed of mirth...
dew on the blades making little planets of themselves...
I see, I see through the colours on the canvas,
through the tunes of the flutes,
through the keys of pianoforte,
through the strings of violins and guitars...
I see the sculptures,
I see the mountains...
I listen to the voice, and the nature's own breeze...
I listen to it,
I watch that,
I wonder at last...
Aye,I wonder at last,
when there is my muse,
creeping through the shadows of the canopy,
into the dell where moonlight of thoughts is shining,
in those vacant lit spaces of the mind
my muse enters,
smiles down and says,
'what else,but poetry?'

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju