we miss you they said long lost courage forbade me to say I missed them back how to tell? too scared to write back i feel my efforts to express are inadequate now, void of sparks which pushed me earlier to get high with passion does it make sense? afraid to be questioned the same what makes a good poetry? rhymes? imageries? metaphors? or a poet's tenderness? i play their strings carelessly when it became about the 'perfect' art? one day hesitatingly i disclosed wanna write like Emily and William... they kissed me and sang better recite your own version literature accepts everyone every melody, every ballad but no copy cats. what if I'm forgotten midst the parchment of history after all this victory 'one day you will be' like anybody who's inevitably immortal they never elaborated 'one day' so patiently I stood meanwhile scribbling in an illusion to never stumble on that 'one day'. (pc- Pinterest)
Hey amigo! This is Riya Jaiswal and the contents here are my very own spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected in tranquility ;)