It began as an expression
I noticed some impression
I’m not aware how it did
But I remember, how was it
I realized I can give rhythm and write
The feelings came out which I usually hide
I cared less what they would think
And there it was within a wink
I understood poetry was not only passion
It was my way of aggression and regresion
My anger and gloom no longer aimless
And my guilt eased with self confess
Times changed and I wrote more
Each time, a different topic to score
Soon, the realization dawned
Something unique had been fawned
It was hidden but calling was loud
No matter who said what, I felt proud
My shyness gave way to pen
It was as if, I was the old as well as the new gen
Today, I write maybe to impress
But those too are emotions I could not supress
My mates helped me when no one could
I stand for myself whenever I should
Now it is a journey of five years
My pen and papers holds countless laughter and tears
Maybe, I’m still not good to all the ears
But heart knows how it feels when a poem sears
I know not exactly “why” I write
But when readers can associate to their life maybe wrong maybe right
I feel their is more to this journey than rules to abide
