Give me nothing
But time
Everything within

  This wanting to be of something
    And there will be neither writing
Nor ending

   For a summer storm

But combined

      And in giving me a required aim
  When there is sound to be found

And creation to pro

  Then the writing will flow
As if out of a struck desert stone
      And swell

My poetry):-accidental write.
I never think to write a poem,
But when i open hello poetry,
Thoughts come on my mind,
And i write it on page,
May be its like poem or others,
But what i will do,
without writing my heart get restless,
My soul cries,
I feel lonely,
Anxiety or depression comes on my mind,
Only i give my thoughts in definite shape,
So my poetry is not planned write,
It just best on daily thoughts of 10 min,
Like an accidental write.

the walk through the dark forest,
with these trembling legs full of fear.
the fear of hissing coming from a height,
And the rumors of a living giant bear.
the crying trees suffering from blight.
hands start shaking, whenever I try to write.
the experience was honest and real,
that roar if lion I still can hear.