Only One Word

Sometimes the words flow
Through your pen
Like a stream
That was kept shut
For so long inside
Your heart.

Other times you should wring
Your heart
To get only one word;
One feeling embodied into a word,
But your pen rejects
To write.

Someone

Someone would hurt you
With his selfishness and deception,
And you’ll see the whole world ugly and unfair.

Someone would love you
From the bottom of his heart,
And you’ll see the whole world as lovely as never before.

In the Middle of a Line!

Clashing thoughts
Inside
Can’t be hushed,
Yet
Can’t be expressed!

I can’t write a poem
Without getting distracted
In the middle of a line
Which once I get back to
I find it no more charming!

But I am excused,
I am a poet
And not a rule can be applied
To poets,
As poets just do not fit in.

You!

You seem to me
A faint ray
That would never
Shine again.
You seem to me
A smeared portrait
With stains crying
In pain.
You seem to me
A paper dusted with
Clashing lines
And no meaning.

You seem to me
A wandering lie
That would never be carried
By morning breeze.