I do not write anything divine,
It is only the best I can do.
I know a little bit about me-
But feel it is the only thing I ever knew.
I have been told things I can’t and those I should,
Have always appeared strange to few-
But my will has always been good.
Beauty is not in the words but what they really mean.
I have tried a thousand lines-
Some from the heart and some from the dreams I have seen.
These lines are not for one but for few.
Souls who were stranger to me once,
But soon were a part of me as I grew.
I hope I am not writing strange
Or the words- no one knows.
Beauty is not in the words I told-
It is in the mirror it holds.
The day has been good till now
And I write what I want to say out loud-
“Some words can’t be on the lips,
But somehow they find their way out”.