I know no big words,
Nor do i own a magic pen,
There are thoughts in my mind,
Thoughts that need to be written.
I have not read literature,
Nor am I a born genius,
There is a pain in my heart,
That flows out in the form of words.
I don’t write to impress,
Nor do i write to earn,
I write to bring out my feelings,
Feelings that were long forgotten.
I am lost in an imaginary world,
There are dreams, deep hidden,
I write to make them all real,
To document the life I live, sans fiction.
I am no writer, if you see my work,
I am no writer, if you read my words,
I am no writer, if you judge my art,
I am one, just from my heart…