When 'you' were loW
Everything seems high,
Fine with a shine.
Thoughts creep everywhere
Hope drops.
Heart peeps out for a
company.
Hand tends to get locked
in someone’s.
Shrinken bosom
Awaits a Hug.
Legs loose their ground.
Confidence leaning,
Making you relying.
Tears sealed in
Egoistic cocoon bursts.
Rolling down on cheeks.
Comes a Time
When the black ink,
In the dead pot
Gets life out of the Blue,
Falling onto white sheets
Penning down
all those
Clouds of emotions
Realising,
Life is all in your Hands
Right in front of you,
Spreading the plain sheets
Making mosaic of poetic Clusters.
-Ram.
