Finding comfort in the words

Distorted, tired, mind in a mess,

here come my words again,

to give me comfort and put my restlessness in vain,

Poetry is the shadow in this heat of life,

Its a blanket to the cold world,

Again those words have come out of this solitude,

Rejuvenated I feel as I let my words flow,

Taking away all the misery; all the pain, one by one,

Purging all the mess and mayhem,

Fingers running across the keyboard,

Mind geting relieved off all the negativity around,

Here I am seeking comfort in the words,

Through all the troubles and mess.

Here I am presenting my words again.

Reviews

[Avinash]

Human mind has strange way to heal itself. Sometimes it is word, sometimes music and sometimes something quite different.

[CA Anurag Sharma]

Thank you so much :)

[Gaurav]

Nicely captured the fruit of words that poetry offers to each one us. Good attempt :)

[CA Anurag Sharma]

Thank you so much :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometimes words and books become our good friend. I felt the search to finds some sort of happiness. Sometimes the writer love his words more than love. Thank you Anurag for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[CA Anurag Sharma]

Thank you so much :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.