My Poems... Poem by kaavyaa kriday

i write smthing
and call it a poem,
short broken lines
nt knowing the beginning
nor the end
gasping, halting rushing
as if whipped and pushed
by a sudden gale raging within.

why can`t i express
the lashings of my feelings
the fumes and burning thought
in measured lines
orderly and smooth?
when the heart is turbulent
like the sea
and the boat are tossing
where is the rudder? ?
what use the oar
when mass of frothy water
and brust of waves
blast my face? ?
stung with delirium of bitting joy
and corrosive pain
i hold on these broken lines
with stell anchored hope
to reach the shore.

i run away from myself
and take refuge
in the caverns of my poems
away from the world of coded realities
and enjoyed the freedom
like a runn away captive
here
neither fear nor shame
can smother my cries
gag my words,
and i write the way my ink flows
and stop
when i can go no more....