Every now and then,
People ask me
About the way I write…
They say, I write too deep
And all my epics weep..
Don’t ask me,
Why I write this way
Coz I won’t be able to say
Don’t ask me,
Why happiness has ran away
Coz I won`t be able to say..
I cry while I write,
Then how can my write-ups smile?
I too want to write something cheerful
But those blissful words I can’t compile...
Crap … m stuck in a mess
Only I can create lost rhymes,
Don’t yell at me when it goes off-track
Coz I`ve tried a million of times...
I agree to the fact
That my poems have too much HATE
It`s nothing but
A reflection of my inner soul,
Filled with darkness..
Filled with grief..
At odds I am,
And that’s my brief...
Have you ever thought for a while?
Sadness resides beyond my smile
Frustrated I am, with no motivation,
Restless I am, with a lot of aggression..
A desolated soul and a desolated mind,
I am the only one of my kind.
Yet…..
I love what I write…I write what I feel
And this is how my wounds heal !!
And now I hope you have started to see,
A little piece of empty me..
I want you all,
To spend some empty time,
On reading this empty rhyme,
Yes…they make no sense,
They give no inspiration
But above of `em all
They carve MY satisfaction
