I am no poet
I am no writer
I am a scribblist of words,
Words, someday rhyme to a sentence,
Somedays meaningful, somedays ridiculous.
Some become abstract of a story yet to end
Somedays beginning to a cynical of grey climax.
It announces the bravery of a hero, somedays,
It cries to the ignominy of a boy clad in a saree .
It yearns for a lover, distant and colorful
It urges for the fantasies and lucid fallacies.
Somedays, it sings the song of wars and...