I miss those good old days When my heart spoke without break When my mind cleared new ways And impromptu lines it would make But nowadays, something holds me back Struggling to find a new motif to write There is something I seem to lack A 'thing' that has left my sight. I realized... Continue Reading →
A poem on the most irritating and hopeless condition faced by a writer.
Listen to me now, keenly, For I want you to know how madly I've fallen for your charm, entrapped, For you are a celestial gift, my superpower And you are the devil's spell, my kryptonite.. The fuel that drives me all along As well as the friction that slows me down.. I know you've given... Continue Reading →
Under The Peepal 