My poetry is sad..
It has never struggled for words this harder..
Rhymes and meters have turned against it..
It lacks emotions too, you took all of them with you..
Leaving it with mere monotonous sadness..
My poetry is dumb..
It hasn't stopped framing itself around you,
It doesn't accept the fact that you are gone..
It knits the blanket of hope and blindfolds itself with it..
Picturing you in the darkness..
My poetry is dead..
You took its soul along..
Reducing it to a verbal chaos..
It still struggles for words, rhymes and meters..
It still tries to frame itself around you..
Blindfolded with a false hope..
I am over you,
But my poetry isn't!
© Aditee Joshi
