I was bleeding in emotions and passions
They erupted, In erotic hallucinations
I would crib, and crumble, turn pale and feeble
I shuffled in grey assorted sentiments
In anguish and sunlight
In my heart and in my mind
Then I decided to ink my vulnerabilities
I conjured up my fleeting thoughts
And wrote the lyrical chords
On the incandescent parchments.
It acted as tourniquet
I’m relieved now.
Poetry is my tourniquet!
I bind everything in verses
In free flow or a style
It may or may not convey anything to you
But it’s my savior .
It’s my commitment to stay sane
It’s my ruminating murmurings
Bind by words
Gibberish or otherwise.
I write and it’s my outlet, my outlook
My inside, my hideout!
My cove, my palpitations
My musings, my contemplation!