@Kothrud, Pune, India
Screaming out to the heaven,
Loathing in disharmony,
Fuming in fathomless anger,
Restless regardless of the world,
Hiding, hoarding deep in
the shackles of daily worldly disdainful, tasteless world.
Weighing words with disgusting balance.
Yelling within, peaceful ‘me’ is just a sham.
Words wane the anger, disgust and fury
String of hurriedly typed words with a gush of emotion.
Now a peaceful me is a picture of perfect happiness.
When you are hurt you hit hard with words,You don’t know what you are hitting at, who are you hitting with words?
Some who read say, “You wrote well”,some call you insane,some ignore but, you write cause writing empties you and then fills you with immense joy. Words do have that soothing power.This poem shares my reasons for writing.
© Copyright 2016 Rashmi S. Malapur All rights reserved.