HOPE OF KISSING AWAY THE SHADOW OF BACHELORHOOD
In the eulogized and buried light of the late night, a poet’s magical pen illuminates the night, Listening raptly to the echo of his thoughts, the poet uncages his spirit and dances with the words. OH! Forgive my etiquette, It’s not within me to fail in pleasantries, I am a poet, TAZRYNE, I write poetry to feed the arty ogre in me, Take away my pen, and watch me drift off to an abyss of confusion like a hollow trunk. Ear the strokes of the writer within me, As I carve to write the unwritten stories of my life, though each story has some similarities to the other that may have been written a way back, But each story also has the uniqueness of its own kind, where life teaches me and I learn too. See how I speak out my heart, Dipping each word into the ink of love, pain and pleasure. The more I reveal myself, I become closer to myself, The more I dive into the darkness of my reality, all my unrealistic beliefs vanish. Such a night, never ends, Such a night, is dark and