Poetry For A Cause
Do I proclaim myself to be a writer?Do I really qualify to be the one? Do my writings appease others or not? Do I have that grit and resolve to stay here? This Monachopsis of being a writeris A dilemma for me constantlyThe dubious cluttered mind of minekeeps on pricking my conscious I feverishly search…
Yes, love happens.. just like that! At the drop of a hat, on a wink of eyes it happens. With no anticipation, no preparation it happens. Love won’t consider age, creed, religion or region. It just happens. I’m talking about the love between a man and a woman. We become judgemental and roll out…