Poetry Poem by Satyapriya Gupta

Poetry



I don't want to write,
neither do i want to think,
how do i help these words coming to my mind,
'tis driving me mad and insanely crazy,
i don't want to be a poet living in the world of poesy.

My body is tired and my hands are paining,
i so much feel like giving up this art of writing.
Poetry has possessed me and all my being,
i feel like a trapped bird hoping to fleeing.

Nice words, mere words,
Big words, small words,
keep coming in my mind,
i keep rhyming them while walking like a blind.

I never wanted it to consume me,
please tell a way to get it rid of me.
It's a stupid thought and I know I'll be barren,
barren when these words will leave me in this haven.

I was a painter and never a poet,
now i have a pen in my hand instead of a brush.
Portraying my thoughts in a thin pamphlet,
is not as much fun as painting in a rush.

I don't want to give up writing,
neither do i want my thoughts fighting.
One tells me give it away and be happy,
the other tells me keep it up and believe in multi-tasking.

so i write, i write my hand out,
of the words that keep waltzing in my mind aloud.
i am so tierd of this poetry,
but giving it up is one stupidty.

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