Line Art Poetry Series (Part VIII)
Self Content_
There’s beauty in enjoying one’s own company,
minds are free and devoid of custody,
there’s the freedom to move and speak my mind
I can be someone of just my kind.
Now, that beauty has faded
people came in and invaded,
I allowed them in and became submissive,
just got used to it, and became obsessive.
I search for hearts to connect
and minds where I can reflect-
my thoughts and pour out my heart;
search for jars where I can fall apart.
This balloon was free and up in the air,
it enjoyed its own company everywhere,
but now it’s stuck in a self-made chamber
waiting for someone who’ll be my feeling’s attender.
- A snippet of my poem
Stop for a While_
You've said enough, start working
you've thought too much, start living
you see too much, well, start observing
you hear a lot, well, start listening.
You're always in your move
you've been trapped deep in the groove,
at times reach out to yourself,
stop for a while and attend yourself.
-A snippet of my poem
Holding On_
And then comes a turn in life
when you think it’s not nice,
your thought strings get entangled
which leaves you perplexed and dismantled.
- A snippet of my poem
