I’m Writing After A Long Time
It’s been almost a year
Since I’ve written a sentence.
Haikus and lonesome words,
I jotted down here and there.
But full-fledged poetry hasn’t poured from my fingers for long.
It had taken me three years earlier, to get my writing game strong.
My old poetry, I hid in diaries and unpublished drafts.
The ones I was finally confident about
were pinned to Start.
Will this one see the light of the day?
or will remain in drafts, cramped up with the other words I could not say?
With this fear,
fear it is,
I began to write.
And thought my thoughts wouldn’t survive
for long the separation from being written.
For my mind screamed words
that the heart could barely bring on paper.
They say it’s the opposite: The mind stops
and the heart can sing up to a thousand miles.
With me, it was the opposite —
the heart could not suffice
the dire needs of the head
that screams and fights.
And I don’t know if it’s correct tenses
or verbs I write
for someday they will mean something to someone,
who like me,
Isn’t able to write.
And with this hope,
I type one last line,
dedicated to my soul,
who had stopped writing
for a while.
