“Step out of your skin to find poetry.”
I have been going around for weeks
jumping puddles, with no care of the path I follow.
I have seen sunrise merge into sunset,
red, yellow and blue melting every day;
felt the breeze kiss my cheeks,
thunder clean my sins,
and rain wash me away.
I have been writing on and on
about unrequited lust,
killing my hatred with
an arrow dipped in vodka and salt,
trying to find poetry in people,
sending kisses without a full stop.
But my notebook is empty,
so are my sheets and my inbox.
My hours echo with cacophony,
my ears ring with silence,
as time plays the fool on me
and passes away
and I sit and listen.
Hey! I have no excuse for not posting but that I was simply out of content. This piece is fictional but inspired by a man who recently told me “Taru, stories are found when you step out of your comfort zone”.
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