How’s this happening of me holding a pen again?

audaciousnotes Poems

How’s this happening of me holding a pen again? Trapped in the wit and bound by each vein. My vision is blurred but my mind is clear; I’ll take a paper but there’s something I fear. Combination of thoughts made up inside my head; The part of life simultaneously alive and dead. The stars and the moon just one glance away; Nobody knows how much these eyes weigh! The eyelids are lift up to feel alive; Emotions hit and put out the main five. The dark isn’t enough to devastate; Oh it's already midnight and the following date! I can hear my name called out by the adjacent river; Winds and waves leaving me to shiver. This world is numb and cold; My soul is drifting apart and it needs to be hold. Look I am still breathing; But my hands are freezing. Yet I complete the poem and put a full stop of done; Miracles do happen, I’ve recently experienced one. Now I keep my pen & paper aside; This happens all the time and I’m always abide. Twenty-four hours of exertion and sound; It requires some peace to be found. This is an unending chain; How’s this happening of me holding a pen again? -Aishwarya Kulkarni