Drowning in emotions I cannot fathom,
My feelings for you,I cannot sum,
Are you that light at the end of the tunnel?
The blazing beacon, the refulgent Sun?
Or are you the incandescent lamp,
That will ward off all my emotions damp?
My armour is riddled with chinks,
Myriad number of them,coalesced to form one big hole, the chinks acting in sync,
I know you can paper over the craggy cracks,
With you by my side, I'll be able to cop all the flagrant flak.
From a stammering stutter, to a strong-willed stride,
My gait will turn,if you will by me,abide,
Your hand and my hand make for a snug fit,
Your fingers interwoven with mine,
May they never part,may they never split.
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Poems on Life
Poetry#13 as on 20/02/17 An anthology of poems. Eruption of the volcano containing the lava of my pent-up emotions. Splashes of it on a piece of paper. "The bottle containing the ink of thoughts is overflowing, I have no choice but to pen down those word...
