Poetry doesn’t come with only some words, which could be comprehended. Poetry comes with the soul of one, it comes from the inner passion of one.
A person who needs to be expressive needs to become a poet- but can this statement solely represent art? Can only a poet express emotions and represent art. Well, a certain most debatable thought from a poet’s mind.

A poet can be mad, insane, crazy and has the ability to turn several heads, manipulate shrewd minds and roll many absurd eyes.
There are many sane words, which may be used in the most insane manner by a poet. Writing today, and forgetting tomorrow is a poet.

Letting others watch, what runs inside one’s mind is the most difficult task to perform. The use of certain words and sentences- the manipulation of those words for the benefits of a sole creature, creating news things, expressing from the old one and inventing a completely new world, is a very good example of art- art through writing and art through reading. Art of being a poet. Art of being just art- no confusion in itself.

Talking about poets- they are human, they are born, some are created, some just know they are meant to be a poet. Words, art, pages, mind and soul are the elements attached with a poet. There seems no level of poetry or a poet, but there always seems a stage of poetry. A stage; a platform- which helps a poet to stand, to recite, to write, to express. Poets are always understood to be mad. Well, are you mad? Is there something utterly insane about you? There you go… you are a poet. But, can you express, can you recite, can you cry over a creation of yours- till the extend of tears drying out. The author certainly has.

The answer to the above question keeps varying, with various different personalities and perspectives. Sometimes, it is shocking to the core and sometimes it pretends to be shocking- but has no such element of shock in it.
The perks of being a poet, as the title suggests, are many. You write, you recite, you read, you cry, you express, you deny, you shout, you fight and then finally a piece is ready to be shown to the world. There is it! The perks of being a nasty and insane poet.

Poems and poet’s are not bound with anything except the pages they use to write a poem. Poems are read worldwide, felt with inner passion and both the poet and a poem refuses to accept rules and cages.

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