I took a pen and started writing..
Started writing about my life,
About the cherishing people in it,
About the good times and the hard times,
About the happiness and the struggle.

I wrote and wrote until there was nothing to say,
All the memories disappeared, leaving nothing but a trace,
My mind was empty, so was my soul,
And at that moment i was ultimately iced.
Was that all that i made out of life?

Then, poetry found me..
I realized it took me to places far away from reach,
It made me see the world around me in a better and bigger picture,
It helped me express my feelings,
Express what i feel and what i don’t,
What i love and what i don’t,
It literally changed my life completely.

I was meant to become something

I became nothing

I became something

Something weak and strong

Something curious

Something open

To simple miracles

Beautiful happenings

Spiritual awakenings

Something

Non tangible

Something lazy

Something tired

Something less

Something

Something passionate

Something powerful

Something dedicated

Something

Something distracted

Something hopeful

Something trying

Something

Living

Something being

Something learning

Developing

Growing

Gaining

Failing

Something

Compassion runs in my blood

Love isn’t transparent enough

Selfish ego lusts

Kindness combusts

Something

Words, I crave their salt and sweet satisfaction on my tongue
Tears well in my eyes because of time
Knowledge tastes like childhood vegetables
Loneliness ridicules ridiculous self pity
Anxiety simmers steadily, till my chest bubbles and my skin burns cold
A halfhearted teardrop clings to the corner unafraid of falling

And I met you,
And then I left you.