The Poetess In Me

Some say I am a promising poetess

And some say I go mad with words

Its my soul that never leaves me rested

Till I pour out what all I bear inside.

If it's about my past pleasures

I go painting all the treasures

In words n phrases with no measures.

And if it's about the blues and bolds

That my heart dearly holds

I just row up all the feelings

With no stop of present dealings

Rolling tears run those fancy words

Brawling fears shun some known n heards

 The mood that I am dipped in ..

Is the real shade that the words pin.

Memories and dreams do all the magic

If its going to be a comic or tragic.

It's the charm n cheer of the reading hearts..

That keeps me dare to pen such inner thoughts.