Today is world poetry day and how could I not write anything for the writer in me will be so disappointed if I didn’t.
But then, the writer in me, is pained, is hurt, is broken to get the words in a form that has a meaning to be comprehended.
Otherwise, they would be just mere words in plain paper lost in the white.
A little with the rhyme of words, cheers to poetry and hurray to the art.
You describe me as much as I describe you. Writing is one such. I become you, you become me.