What Is Poetry To Me?

An insight into the future, 
A bittersweet memory of the past: 
Maybe some imaginary world, 
Or a play, in which I was never cast. 
It may be a trigger that ignites, 
A fire in my soul and heart: 
Or a rambling of my crazy mind, 
Expressing it, a wondrous and magical art. 
Its mystique no one can define, 
For a poem can be anything you desire, 
To me, it's a Time Machine; 
Trust me, because I'm not a liar!

~Swathya