Writing With Pain
Writing With Pain1 min 245 1 min 245
I close my defeated eyes
When you start scribbling on my eyelids..
You ignore all my depressed sighs
Demanding to be let out even if my body forbids..
Some times, you come out as water drops
Some times, you turn up as a wordy corpse..
Some times, you simply lock yourself up
Letting me wander around like an abandoned pup..
A friend once asked me in vain
If my poems come out of an idea sink..
I pointed out to you - my dear pain
And let her know that you are my magic ink..