The Insensitive Poet

It's difficult writing eyes, hair or lips all the time. All the lovely moments make me believe you'll always be mine. It's difficult writing all about her smile or the heart, Sometimes it's just about remembering how sweet was our start. I've had enough writing all about her beauty and fame, This time I'll bring out your side both funny and lame. She might weigh like a tonne, But if you know her you will be stunned. For you it might be a satire, Yet for her it's her beauty and her attire. No faults, she is perfection, mistakes in her are none. Don't worry beautiful, today we are one. ©Mohit Jha Disclaimer: All of the above is the original works of the writer and its reproduction in any kind is highly discouraged

I stopped for a while. Cuz' my mind was hunting my own mind. I wasn't alright. Cuz' giving up was not my kind. I built a new me, Cuz' all this was not part of my design. I stepped up the game, Cuz' abandoning everything would be a crime. I put an end to part myself, from a disease that wouldn't leave. I crossed the line, from where I couldn't see. So, here I am singing this half-sung prelude. Cuz' people on the street now call me a mindless dude!. © Mohit Jha Disclaimer : All of the above is the original works of the author and its reproduction of any kind is highly discouraged.