With few words in my mind
How would i be able to start a rhyme
These eyes are closed or their purity is lost
Heart of a poet and mind in the stars
Blankness in the life seems a canvas for a start
These hands say no,and mind showers emotions unexplored
Wings of sky ,depth of the sea
coldness of a desert night..............
These are some words striking me so far.
Lifting my pen,i scribble nothing
Seeing this strangeness,a tear drops down my eye
Reaching a canvas ,it gave a new life
Story without words is not easy to comprehend
Poetry without a rhyme has a new strength.
No words are required ,no sky ,no love seem better
Purity never left me,just a turn of its role
It was far inside ,making me its home.....
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