BEADS ON A STRING
AT LAST NIGHT….
These days I need a
kerchief!!
To wipe my mischief!
Let I pen to poem,
My tear scrolls down ..
Before the ink stick
on my paper
My tears always
first….
I don’t wanna be
your heroine
Atleast, pleasing to
never make me a fool!!
Yes,I accept
My fingers are shivering,
But,
My heart beats yet powerful!!
There is much
awaited for me,
My pen,
My papers,
My
books,
My mother
Finally,my smileJJ….
I don’t have time to
scared or love..
Funny thing is
I don’t want get scared anymore!!
Again I try to pen
down,
I know,this wont be a
piece of cake
Once in a blue moon,
Felt like time flies
Eye lids are still
open …
Now,night changes to
day.
Seeking for sleep,
Blinking eyes only
remains…
Penning English is
something fishy
Just wanna to rescue
from these sort of feelings…
Now,I m not a good
writer,
But,I will…
Creatity
grows!!!!thats tight….
I put end
Yet,It wont end…..
