Thank you post. For the only virtual person who meant a lot me. A lot. The one I can sacrifice my food for. Although that one is not available on mirakee. But someone will surely read this in July 2020.
My writings are fragmented in many pieces My mind asks what do you write about? I say that I just split my feelings, Can You tell me, I write about whom?? I write about the dark day Or write something about light night A day in which my feelings cannot be seen, Just keep wandering in a circle of darkness apprehensively !!
And on other side, There is a night, with which I talk openly, in which my suppressed feelings come out like smoke My pen has divided my emotions And I have a question What do I write about?? Do I write about that childhood, But I wrote my today in that childhood Then how can I say so !! In that childhood, I wished to travel entire Lilliput. When I was in third standard I asked my mother, Mummy, How nice it would be If the rainbows appear in night Ahh , what a beautiful sight it would be !!! When I used to use my pencil as a magical pencil Shaka laka boom boom, In a hope that, something would come out of it, Was that my stupidity??
And sometimes I tried to fly like Superman, by making an apron of my mother's scarf Oh, Was I writing about myself right now?? I don't know !!
Then What do I write about Do I write about the river, A river which is bounded by shores, And wants to feel winsome independence!! Whenever I used to go at a religious place with my parents, I was afraid of bathing in the river, I saw that no one was drowning, Even then I was afraid And used to cry , Oh No, I'll drown !!
Hey, Was I writing about that river ?? Oh No,How can this happen !! How can I write on the river !! How can my ink stick on it !! A lame cracked itself And Inner me: Oh crap, a lame's up!!
About a bride or about a groom Can someone tell me I write about whom ??
Sometimes, I write about that mother, On whose lap, I experienced Jurassic Park, Oh, I am going wrong again I can't write about her because, she made me !!!
There was a pen having hueless refill She wanted to write me on a beautiful canvas She filled that refill with her blood And wrote me with pain She's my mother !! And that's the reason behind it that why I can't be her mother!!
After all what do I write about About a lover and his beloved?? A lover gets transformed into Poet, And When he describes his Poetry
The way you You hold my breath I can't analyse !! And when some of my scattered rhymes try to describe your death, I feel a scorching heat As someone dragged my heart By a sharp sword, And somewhere, I'm also like a broken claymore!! Either you are the charm of the moon, A moon which in phase of waxing crescent Or like an angel landed softly on me after traversing several skies Can someone tell me please.... How can I describe those oceanic eyes !!
Poetry whispered silently!! What ??? hehe, Silently whispered And Therefore, I didn't hear that !! Ohh, I'm writing about poet But, How can I write a poet??
What do I write, about My college life Or my college and my life ?? Do I write about those frequencies, Which similarities causes resonance, Or about a line, containing a number of dots !! Do I write about that lab and Lab Assistant prevents me and my friends from entering in it like a resistance But We have to go. Do I write about my life ?? The life, which is like Palindromes Sleep !! awake !! sleep !!
What the hell do I write About you ,whom I don't even know About dreams, I have not seen yet About those elations, I never felt About the mind, rapid as wind About those flowers which never bloom Or about my feelings, broken in to pieces I don't even know, I wrote about whom !!!