Poems are becoming rare from me now
Things are just too fast at times
And that's why even when writing one
I don't really worry about the rhyme.
So much is going on in my life
And yet, I can't think of anything to write
There is a conflict going between
The darkness and the light...
What do I write about-
The good or the bad?
The elation or the inadequacy
The happy or the sad?
I end up choosing the latter, because
For my smiles, people are great cheerers
My tears, on the other hand,
Are becoming too much for the mirrors...