Poetry Once Again....
I know it's been a while. But unless you are not living under a rock, you must be knowing how devastating the last few months have been for the entire world. And it's not yet over, unfortunately. I shall write about some of the things in future posts. But in the meanwhile, here is another feeble attempt of mine to be a poet. I am not nor do I claim to be so don't judge, please.
Now there is no night of separation, there are no moments of being together.
There is no one in whom I exist, nor anyone is within me.
I have learned the art of hiding the pains,
In the ashes of tears, somewhere, a peal of lost laughter is left.
Nor there is any regret from the word and nor there is sorrow-filled mysef,
It's just my control on tears cos there are some more breaths that are left.
A ruined world of heart and constantly wet eyes is the only earning now left,
No sorrowful or comforter is now left with Aman!
Hopefully I shall be more active. But then again I have said it a lot of times before too. So until next time.
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