, , ,

I am a poet.

Words which we actually write,
May tear your ego apart,
But we don’t write them.

Words which actually haunt,
And may slay your soul apart,
We try not to write them.

Words which define your true dark self,
May tell the world your real face,
But we avoid to write them.

Words which can kill,
And kill your immorality too if written,
But remember we are fire,
Just so as to light others.

Words which we have written,
Not a special gesture to anyone,
But murder of the plain page which screamed and you never heard.

I am sorry,
I am a poet & a writer,
And a dangerous one maybe!