My pen was feeling for me.
waiting for me to stir it up and bring out the feelings
which were making me happy and sad the same moment.
The old me, holding my pen, lost in thou feelings
and,
thoughts of my past.
The one i used to be,
Cherishing moments when I lost to my close ones,
of some memories I wish I never had.
Promises,which once meant a lot were getting blurred with time.
People who were with me along tough times,and some loved ones.
All were hoping for a chance to come out through the ink.
Words were many but i was hesitant all the way.
Staring at the half shadowed moon, i wondered what to say !
I tried to hold up,but all for nothingness.
Everything was useless coz my pen was free to express.
Numerous thoughts jumped up,and juggled
wishing for a chance through the ink.
Though it was not the time to stop
but somehow i held up as
I do have another day to say!
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