Love can never be defined,
But for me you gave it a meaning.
I write words that give me power,
Knowing someone loves reading them every hour.
May not be writing that well,
But feels like giving life to my body cells.
My mind seems like a secluded town,
Wish to keep it away from all the sickness and frown,
Where someone rules wearing her princess crown.
I keep myself away from the bustling talks,
Choose a corner and listen like a hawk,
My mind stays put somewhere creating my world mock.
Feels like writing about myself for the first time,
And hence not getting words to rhyme.
I love to sing with my free heart,
Wanting to create the magic of each song in the form of art,
Listening with all my ears and wishing to live the best part.
I own a very sweet and soft heart,
Beat for one, who quickly ran away keeping it in her cart.
My life sometime back was exactly similar to that of a vagabond,
Searching for a shelter near the pond,
Memories of my past running in to hound,
But I continue to build a strong heart and never let it pound.
This is just the beginning part,
I’ll write till I empty my heart.