The curse of creativity

 _THE CURSE OF CREATIVITY_

The more you do, the more you grow,

The more you want you to know.

The cycle goes and touches the extremity,

But you ain't aware of the juxtaposition stature of metaphoric creativity.

The one who is so divine, can abjure the bawl of time till nine.

The doors are myriads and aversion sighs.

The more creative you become so,

 you become more depressed and low.

The language is so musky!

The afflict is tiresome,

You are a creative soul, with divine virago whole.

The biased would be indifferent,

The admirer would always praise.

But you ain't compliant to the paradigm of pareidolia.

The cryptic seek and the sapient learn,

The ingenuity is so rare. the glass of giggle and love of snare,

The renounciation , we would never seek and impair.

Applauses and clauses are break to build the ties, diresome diasporas test the whippersnapper.

If moon could be black and sun could be red,

It may happen soon as creativity is dead.

Plagiarism turns around,

The stars of innovative wounds,

The blood of dauntless crown 

And the muses of humongous hounds.

The credulous choas you create is turned out to be the innovation of inventory,

I write cause I love, not for seeking your  apprehended and antagonistic appreciation.

Creative souls never dies,

The demise is not for wise.

The dunce beleive -  death is inevitable,

But the argute beleive in pedestal rebel.

The bumfuzzle is turbulent cause creativity is a hideous art,

The artist conveys the conjubilant tales of clinomania at heart.

The gales of stormy winds and the santimony of seattle,

Evades the charlish falsehood of fallen creature.

They prattle about creativity,conviction and confirmation,

When the creater is the most non conformist soul diving through the enigma of illusion.

The visionary superiorly lead incompetent to make beleive,

And the apotheosis just inappropriately brood they ain't good enough to succeed.

But as pain is fervented for fiction,

Liquor of insane is divine in abberation.

Coal is soothing behind the hearth of hurricane,

As when change happens it grows out through the drape of drain.

If the writer contemplates about the truth,

The truth can never be befrozen behind the ruths.

If the crafty plays the victim card of realism visionary of state, 

The castle of corrosion is meant to break.

Creativity is a curse, 

For the creator of charisma.

Cause they create innumerable visions ,

With unknown reasons in ambiguous seasons.

 Creativity is adverse ,

For the creater who sleeps.

Cause when they dream with their eyes close,

Slow breathing create pivotal pinnacle of perilicious  prose.

Creativity is a fuss,

For the creater who travel.

Cause  when they paddle,

Dilusions run and settle.

 

Creativity is a thus,

For the creater who sit,

Cause day dreaming starts with open eyes ,

That scenery turns out to jibe.

Creativity is a trust ,

For the creator who fall in love.

Cause though they fall in love for once and all , and loose their beloved,

But the nostalgic nectar turns the bereaved and insomniacly   indulged .

Creativity is a unambiguous  universe of unanimity and unjust,

As for the creater who rhyme .

Cause when both the days and night meet at the continuam dispersed at the poles to gratify,

The Creator is loved  and the hater just die.

_☘️Leeza_