" It's the same land, the same sky, but perceptions differ
it's the same road, the same turn, but journeys differ. "

Saturday 21 April 2012

Where have those days gone!
when i used to write for long
with a pen and a note
i used to clock hours along!

My pen used to move swiftly
and words flowed through it quickly
people used to wonder at this 
"oh! what a beautiful literary piece!"

I expressed through my words
writing came to me as flying, to birds
my emotions crawled through my prose 
without it, everything now seems morose.

Why i stopped writing?
was it coz i was fighting?
conquering my own morbid emotions?
i now long to turn back to my devotion.

Hopes will sail along once again
penning will shoe away all misery, all pain
this nip will take to running once again
and i;ll rediscover my identity plain...........