There was a time when I craved poems and artful writing. The words I spoke and wrote were naïve. Mediocre ideas and an uneventful imagination would occupy my mind.
My heart longed for the pleasures of words that would relish my soul. But there were none! My heart was as barren as a desert and lost, as one is stranded in the ocean in a wrecked ship.
As days rolled on, I chanced upon a book titled '’The Prophet"’. As I read one poem after another, my lips trembled. The pages were full of lively colours which painted the beautiful poems.
My mind absorbed those wise words and my heart was rattled with rejuvenated emotions.
As Rumi said, '’What you seek is seeking you." I finally found a book that I would like to read. Soon after, I bought his collected works of Khalil Gibran.
The way he describes things with metaphors seems as if I was watching him and living in his imagination. Whenever I read his prose, I feel as if he is narrating a story, sitting right beside me.
His writings inspire and soothe me every time. His poems give me hope that art can heal, influence and enrich life.
