It's not something
You can achieve
Believe me as
I am still learning that
Specially as a writer
I am yet to be satisfied
With my craft
That is not even the problem
Not in the slightest bit
I would love to
Love to spend an eternity
Writing
Dreaming
Thinking
And creating
But that is the thing
Satisfaction
Leaves you unhinged
Lack of it i mean
You have a scene
You wish to grasp that feeling
And put into a paper
Yet you fail
Then you question
Your very existence
It's not fun
The fear of failure
Fear of lacking
Writing is all i have
And if I cant even do that right
Then what is the point of me
Point of damn Sarang Swastik?
Satisfaction
Damn you!
YOU ARE READING
Lost words
PoetrySome words, some thoughts, some feelings-- complicated, intricate, fragile gets lost in the day to day. So let's carve out those, and let them breathe and come to existence through the mere power of poetry
