My Little Broken Poetry
Little blue ink smeared on the crisscrossed lifelines,
Painting pictures of different kinds.
The pen scribbles across the tattered page,
Flying trail of alphabets out of the cage.
Those coalesce to weave a beautiful tale,
Of experiences down the time scale.
The words which speak enriched emotions and feelings,
And sometimes it’s hard dissecting the phrases and meanings.
But, those lines are not a mere bunch of lines,
But the words that rarely ooze from the heart sometimes.
I wonder if you have some time for my little broken poetry.
To dream the eternity through one such story.
The fragile fabrics of delicate life to be touched upon.
Between the unspaced words to find one’s soul is an add-on.