I’ve written so much!
O God, it’s really too much!
My emotions, my frustrations,
my thoughts, my egos,
and my own life…
See, you have written too much!
I’ve no meters, no rhymes,
no sense of the so-called rhythm.
Still I wrote, and it’s now too much!
I know that I don’t know
what exactly a poem is.
I just crowded up my words
in the busy streets of mind
that got lit up with
fluctuations of emotions.
It often caused
black shadows of thoughts.
And I, with a feeling of oneness,
read it as newspaper reports.
My words, you gave me life,
you gave me trust, you gave me love,
you gave me the big screens
to look on to this worthy world
With every detail and every pore.
It’s much long since we’ve started.
Thank you for being myself.
I am honoured that you are mine,