Words! Poem by Ankur Shrivastava

To mend that imperfct line,
I look for words again,
A lost poet tries hard,
To dip his love in colors of pain.

If words ever mattered,
I would have found a way,
You walk over those tottered pages,
Where my afraid dreams lay.

My heart beats in stern silence,
I care not for the blessed rhyme,
I have lost my song,
In the noise of indifferent time.

I still love for the sake of love,
And love talks in broken sighs,
Have you noticed the blood,
In my two smiling eyes.

Desperate to lose it all,
I walk to the edge of dark,
I fought hard with life,
My wounds remain open and stark.

To mend that imperfct line,
I look for words again,
Why write a poem for you,
My words are destined to go in vain