Whenever I start to write ✏ ,
My emotions as words on a paper,
My heart ❤ starts crushing from inside,
My eyes become crystal clear by silent tears flowing from them,
My hands start to shiver, and finally,
My Ink bleed as I bleed but ironically,
I find positivity in it because somehow the chaos within me find balance ⚖️ with this.
Then while I come to next stanza,
My emotions become more deep,
My heart starts to beat more fastly than usual,
My eyes become open wide and still,
My hands find calm but,
My Ink continuous to bleed as I continue to bleed but,
Now the chaos finally disappear at the end of my writing.
Earlier, I used to wonder
What's the magic in poetry?
Why people spend their crucial time only on writing few words?
As time passed away, and in present moment
I realised that the words are not just words, these are the emotions which were earlier unheard.
So it's better for people like me to let our INK BLEED AS WE ALL BLEED ❤