• Music Lovers

    After reading so many poems shared over here, im gathering guts to post something which i have written a long time back.

    Yes,its morning,for the world
    Me its still night,
    Outside its shining,
    Still its dark inside

    No thoughts to describe,
    No words to write
    Short of sight,
    it’s a sort of fight

    against me,
    against my dreams,
    against the one,
    who is none,other than me

    Is it morning,,
    Or its night ?
    Whatever it seems,
    Nothing's right !!!!!!!!!bolded text