When life gets tough
And everything is just rough
Too up in my face
Too fast in the pace
Time runs like it's in a race
And I'm left here to chase
After the moments I want to engrave
As a specimen in my memory lane
Sometimes I miss days that are lame
Easy. Slow. And lazy
Just chilling
Enjoying the time being
Rather than it being hasty
The blank paper's staring me in the eyes
I'm likely to grab the pen before the motivation dies
I'd jot rhythmical creation of beauty in words
I'd paint silent poetry that speaks
For a person like me
I hear poetry in my eyes
I hear it to see it in my ears
I'd let my thoughts breathe
I'd let my words burn
I'll get lost in translation
No room for procrastination
I'll say more in fewer words than prose
Because in the rich mind of a creator
There is no poverty
When life loses it's meaning
It's yourself you should blame
That indifference you ought to tame
Just sit back
Take time to ponder
Sip on a cup of tea
Think of your priorities
You're granted a life to live for once
Enjoy it
Do what you like
Enrich your soul
And feed your mind
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The inner voice
PoetryA collection of some of my poems :) **Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ~ Robert Frost Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words ~ Edgar Allan Poe Painting is silent poetry and poetry is paint...
