Poetry - Language Of Soul

The wars

As I put my pen to paper,

Stream of thoughts flow through;

I wonder what colour I spread onto paper,

Should I describe colours of tranquility ;

Or may I bleed fervour of my dreams,

To paint a mirage along with my words.

Somewhere between peaceful and yet turbulent winds, 

My wild thoughts founds consolation ,

But I cannot help my unquiet;wandering dreaming too long,

in star gazed mind;

The sun will shine the same,

but the shadows would not be alike;

The story won't be the same ,

But, this ivory sheet of paper becomes a treasurable memoir,

It's in us that a day never receives it's closer ; 

Yet stillness of dawn resides ,

So , oh dear paper,

Two wars will be settled;

One on you & other in my mind .

And thus,A poem shall born.....!!!!

By:-

Tripti Kackar