Writing Rhymes

It's a poem about what all trigger my imagination when I write a poem and how each of them plays a part in setting the decorum suitable for getting tons of ideas.

The melancholy of rusting paper,
The cologne of the rusting ink.
The waft of coffee engulfs me in,
A paradise of emotions and a road full of kink.

The slight breeze embellishes the moment,
The magic of fantasies surging throughout.
The scherzo of birds chirping their memories,
Ignites the flame of symphonies and stormy thoughts.

©Chandana Galgali.

Author's Note

Hey guys, I am new in this world so please I request you to not put hateful comments on my poem. I am yet to discover the world of poems and wish you all would support me throughout this journey and encourage me to hunt my talent and the peace that writing poems bestows on me.