The story abridgedA Poem by Pratyush ChoudharyThis is why i write.......
I spilled my heart out,
Disguised as fiction. I wrote on and on, till it became addiction. I was an addict, writing my drug. Whenever someone asked, I replied with a shrug, "I am in love , can't hold it anymore. so I write it down, till my hands get sore." They think I am lazy sitting with a pen, just another crazy. But the more I write, the crazier I become more and more ideas, more the thoughts come. Her face is always in my mind peace is too, but I can't find. I want to tell her but just can't. Under all the nervousness, pressed like an ant. I wanted to yell, I wanted to shout so I started writing, writing my heart out... This newfound talent was appriciated, many,too many stories were created. But this true story was never found. The story with which my soul was bound... © 2015 Pratyush Choudhary |
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Added on October 27, 2015 Last Updated on October 27, 2015 AuthorPratyush ChoudharyShimla, Himachal Pradesh, IndiaAboutI just let my emotions flow.... more..Writing
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