scrawl not the forced rhymes
scattered dots of chaos be aligned,
full of fancy words so mellifluous,
do not make a poet smile
poets are easy to fall in
poets are easy to fall with
melange of metaphors of changing times,
be it pain or its lessening or love
row the boat in shallow waters may be
the wood, the oars though unavailing
curse not the treacherous oceans then
but lament the boat why not it moving
grooving a trail in muck-mush of steps
dragging the rising weight of sunsets
blew out the candle, sweetheart, be it dark
kiss with me the poetry of unrhymed I embarked,
unabashedly.
@Written Frames, 2019
I wish not to believe in existence of easy paths, but to survive if ever scathed.
