"The Poetry is another way to Life"

Inner self is the treasure, few have found and rare have used. Rare treasure preserved by the subconscious mind spilling the consciences.The real beauty lies inside us, much more ravishing and much powerful than us. We are so far yet near to our innerself. Let your innerself express you and let it kindle your soul.  Here is the guest collaboration with the Hemalatha G, sharing words on this treasure by means of poetry. Poem by Shilen Patel Her eyes were so deep and her smile was too loud, Like the shining stars with the grazing clouds. The Deeper I got in, the brighter it grew, Was it the thirst of self or I choose to drew. The spilling consciences and the aura of her vibes, It was the fortune with which she was scribed. The eternal silence was divulging the shine, Chaotic, convoluted; though it was mine. I was subconscious and rhyming for herself, She wasn’t there, she was my inner self. Poem by Hemalatha G...