My Poem Collection

~Its the ink that speaks~

It was that day when I realised
I was too immersed in writing
That my pen stopped gliding over the paper
And it made the ink blot on it
It was as if my life was being marked
As if a flaw was found which changed people's minds
As if a dark cloud appeared out of nowhere in a clear sky
As if I was getting blinded by a black spot

It took me days to figure out the reason
Which made me an addict to those beautiful yet painful illustrations
It made me realise that I was a passionate person
A colossal sentimental ball of emotions
It was the reason why I love personal freedom,
And am always looking to discover new things
To turn opportunities into adventure

As in writing all day long
My pen smoothly translating my thoughts into words
Even those ones, which were never before heard
And that is my only pastime, which I turned into something more
Which makes me feel alive, even at times when I feel numb
It was a gift, I received to relieve me of tensity
Which I'll always cherish, till the very end
Even if I had to let go of it at some point