my hand wavers
on the keyboard
as
I aspire
to write
a pathbreaking poem
but
poetry
is my diary
and
I would always
pen my thoughts
the way i think them
my hand wavers
on the keyboard
as
I aspire
to write
a pathbreaking poem
but
poetry
is my diary
and
I would always
pen my thoughts
the way i think them
am I the same
person
who loved you madly
needed you desperately
and then
suddenly
I just stopped loving you
making me
an alien
to my earlier thoughts
separate the thoughts
from the myriad emotions
emotions maketh the man
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