You see,
it's not easy to write the things I write.
Well, at least not all the time.
There's always an anxious bubble growing in the pits of my stomach each time I try to complete a poem.
And at days, I hear my own words taunting me,
mocking laughter ringing through my ears,
threatening me about not being good enough. At anything at all.
It's like falling in love.
The only difference being,
there's no bottom for you to hit,
it's just the falling,
and falling,
and nothing else.
In a way, it's okay, though. Because who knows,
what I'll become the day when the bottom would arrive.
And until then,
I'll feed on my inspirations.
Inspirations I receive
after tracing beautiful faces around,
and hearing a few of The Untold Stories.
YOU ARE READING
The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
