It seems as if suffering is preparing me to do wat I’ve always wanted to but never knew.This poem I wrote some days after the Ist one.I simply couldn’t title it;I mean it’s very real & close to me & my life & as our lives’ve never depended on titles(just 1 title for our lives & dat’s’Moving On’) so y’d this poem?
The time I don’t remember & place as usual is my room.& yeah I penned this poem(on paper) which is rarity with me coz I even think with computer. Anyways here it goes………..
The dream she had
was a nightmare
Afraid of it being true
asked me wat's I up to
I, estranged
point blank
loss of words
or speechlessness;
Was this the time to go bonkers?
Again came the blow
shredding me to bits
restoring myself, I searched to click
my soul & the ideas
There's no virus
just got the anti virus renewed
Thoroughly cleansed
I said to thee
No, am not
Doubting myself
I cross checked all
but I's clean
Was I or was I trying to .
I'd see her head
Moving in disbelief
& there I's
full of belief.
Old is gold
so are old wounds
No matter they heal
but stink forever
They do, yes! They do
But isn't it human
It is,
but not in my case.
writing from heart makes the poem unique,kudos.