in the time of COVIDwe are writing more because we need poems.
Vacant
quietly like that artwhich doesn’t speak muchbut leaves a trail.
sound of melancholyplaying in the backgroundwhere is it coming from?i peek into my heartthe…
poets write easily about lovebecause they know how it feels to hold the colours within…
the pages which we left behind there was a reason why we couldn’t stitch in the book of life.
You can’t wipe away the memoriesthey will cling to youtill you find a way to entangle…
the night is silentbut my thoughts are ready to burn the sky.
one day my words will be tiredand my mind vacant.