By Arpit Sharma
It's been ages since I wrote a poem
I think I've killed the inner me eons back
thought of giving it a birth like a golem
It all began with a thought in my mind
Worlds are chosen with the spheres destined.
it flowed out of me like the drops of lotions.
It's a beautiful journey, swimming through thoughts like in the oceans.
It is like Putting them on paper with the ink of emotions
There were times when I used to write, not by a task but by my choice.
Those were the times of greatest joys and the deepest sorrows but with rejoice.
The time is gone when I used to love with my perfect imperfections like in a dove.
I wish I could not have done that because a coward restrains that.
Some say that it is a spontaneous flow of powerful emotions
Some say that it is a voyage of trials and error.
ya it might be!
But what i believe in is all that matters that it is the truth.
A poem expresses the truth
a truth which is gruelling to say.
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