A callA Poem by amrit
Not any guiding verse , not even a prophecy
More like one on one talk with me Or may be with god about life in jeopardy Been with mystics, truth seekers, their philosophy. Simple fact ,this soul not being me but somebody. mirror on wall ,taught me to be with world's symphony Hence , an abandoned coprse lying in disguised tragedy. Marks on my heart,handful that walked over it I let them , i never had my emotions on chastity. Shaping up thoughts, the blank paper Seems the mess like the stars or a scrabble. often the guilt tripping seldom the conscious flipping. A conflict , with a thought of life without whine But everytime words precedes the interrogation signs. Then a call to him , looking at the sky Sometimes looking deep down inside. Still every time I dip nib in the ink It feels like the first time . © 2014 amritReviews
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12 Reviews Added on October 14, 2014 Last Updated on October 14, 2014 AuthoramritAboutpsychology tests say i struggle somewhere but with pen and paper everything falls int its place . hip hop is my love . by writing my thoughts break free.. feel free to send read requests , i`l read.. more..Writing
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