I Don't know why I rhyme
Why I pen romantic lines
And long for a girl I haven’t seen
for a relationship that has never been

In my poems sadness resides
What is this pain that never subsides?
Why my loneliness is at display
and I always  seem to pray?

But, however sad my poems may be
each one of them makes me happy,
because they let me dive into a pool
that is breathtakingly beautiful


These rhymes are little trips to heaven
they are a gift  god-given
they are my escape from the real
they let me see things I never will


They are dreams on a high altitude
they are my companions in solitude
they lend some meaning to my life
they save me from the regret-named knife

They aren’t mere worldly creations
they are the stretches of my imagination.
and a relief to my heart
and a path to self-realization.

I open my heart to them
I share my secrets with them
They are outlets for my frustration
and a library of my emotions

I regret I didn’t rhyme for years
I regret sadness went down in tears
Easier would have been those tough times
if had only written some rhyming lines!

-Amul Garg