Just Call it Art ✨
poems are those that make you cry. form a lump the size of black hole in your throat that you try to swallow but fail miserably while that hole swallows you whole and pushes you further into the pandora box of emotions you have kept locked in and never visited. your eyes well with tears you thought had dried. like a song on loop you keep listening to its heartbeats to understand whether it is its' beauty or brokenness that has made you fall on your knees and cradle it in your arms like a mother who has seen her baby after taking few minutes to feed herself and feels guilty for that. i don't know how to write a poem or the kind of poem which has power to mend broken hearts, heal scars and stop wars. i put together few meaningless words which would never suffice to explain how i really feel because i feel so much more than it could possibly be explained, ever. but for the sake of my sanity, i am going to try. i feel like a golden compass sitting on the lid of a du...