nothing much..

Sometimes I feel I should just close this page. I don’t write much of me here sometimes . But, then I find myself filling this space again.

I have realized that-
1. I haven’t changed one bit.
2. Words get lost somewhere just as I think I have found the right ones.
3. I blank out.. sometimes unknowingly. ..most times knowingly..
4. Poetry to me is like that silent moment where I hear everything clearly.
5. I don’t ask questions.
6. I answer all the questions I am not asked along with the ones asked to me.
7. I walk away.
8. Whenever I speak a lot, the silence in me feels betrayed.
9. I throw myself away like that pebble in the river .
10. I like a starlit night more than that yellowish tinge of the daybreak.