my intellectual blanket

The poetry is my intellectual blanket

I wrap it always to keep self alive

and then the words start aligning

to assist in this psychological drive

I weave it with all different threads

filling shades of varied emotions

I keep it soft and cushioned enough

to see materialising all my notions

I share it with all my companions

and they do feel the passion

they readily step into my shoes

to share their sheer compassion