Jun 2020
My best verses are never written
Nor do anyone gets to listen
They dance in my mind
every word properly bind
The words conjuring the bliss
the smallest sentences
with deepest meanings
disappear when I take out my pen
and start over a blank sheet
with one word staring back
Composed and forgotten
In dark abyss
absence of words in canvas
Cannot remake the very rhyme
The painted masterpiece
Stolen away as
Reality strikes again.
Nor do anyone gets to listen
They dance in my mind
every word properly bind
The words conjuring the bliss
the smallest sentences
with deepest meanings
disappear when I take out my pen
and start over a blank sheet
with one word staring back
Composed and forgotten
In dark abyss
absence of words in canvas
Cannot remake the very rhyme
The painted masterpiece
Stolen away as
Reality strikes again.
