today my heart felt sad...
dunno why i reached out for a pen and paper
poetry borns in a sad heart
why is that, i wanna know...
is it I want to shre my pain and...i get no one
or is it i feel a sense of achievement,
in penning down my thoughts i can't share!
i know not why poetry flows from my heart,
but everytime it does i pray...
i pray hope i dnt have to write another, but alas! my luck...
it keeps giving me the pain..
i keep reaching out for paper and pen...
every word i coin reflects a part of me,
every word mirrors the pain my heart goes through...
but why do i write i still know not!
people jeer at my pain...
coz for them a poem is a nice assortment of words!!
my fingers too ache, coz i write a lot...coz i get so much pain
i still now not why do i!! what pleasure do i derive!!
but i'll keep doing so...i'll keep writing...
its one time i dare...dare to bring my pain out...
coz i need some space for the new pain i m destined to earn!
i'll keep writing coz i'll keep having pain..
but still the queston remains...why i still with pen and paper...
why do i write!!!