Of poets and their words

I'm in the best of my moods as I listen to Jalsa songs and play video games. I feel good today, really good about living. And in one of those moments, who do I turn to, the poets ofcourse. I listen to Ghal Ghal, You and I, Jeevithmante Poratam and I thank God for making those men who in a few lines teach me how to live. There's something about poetry and its utterly ridiculous simplicity. This is where, so many times, I've seen rare genius break out. The ability of a few men to express anger, hatred, love and life in those words you've known all your life. Where does it come from? That insight, that, I don't know how to put this, that ability to add meaning to life, to leash it within a few legible symbols. There's nothing like it. And it is in times like these that I strongly believe in divine intervention in the lifes of all the God's men. Sirivennela, Veturi, Dylan and Lennon, you're giving me dreams to live for.