Me and My Poetry
Rythm of my heart
Started searching for a beautiful tune.
This plight gave me the flight to pigeons...
Sorry,
I couldn't stop anything, I was in the deep sleep.
It had no hands,
but scratches made by its nails gave me the beautiful pain.
Thank you,
You travelled with me towards the hell,
But I travelled with less hope and blank paper.
A white paper!!
Which is now stained with my red blood.
It is drying with noxious,
Which is killing me also...
May be this is not the proper goodbye,
Because if I could see any ray of light in my darkest world??!
Bitter truths are getting better than laughing lies I have ever told:)
And
This is me and my Poetry:)
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