Every Poem has a motivation, a root for its birth and a reason to cease. This has none. An Elizabethan Poet and dancing with the wind.
I am hit by sudden profoundness
The feel as the thought strikes my head
The mere presence of her in my mind
Pushing the hair upright and showering the unspoken words.
Words which will never elude my lips
Words which will be buried alongside my grave
Words if spread could change the scenario
But not willing to take that one percent risk.
I am going underwater, under my own self
Bringing about a reason to treason my old self
Pages of a book to read the quoted lines
Understanding it’s tough to bring em’ in life.