My Inner Voice

By Anjali Sharma

So many questions I had.

To ask myself.

The doubts disappeared,

Due to the distractions caused by myself.

The lesson learnt was,

To be the muse,

You must learn to spend time with thyself.

The sorrow the joy buried deep in you,

The love you promised is still left due.

Better know yourself first, The soul is

dying of mist and thirst. Cry the tears of

joy, Let the throat get welled up. Let the

inner you shriek , Let your eyes get

swelled up.

The storms and serenity are your halves, Some

give pleasure while some tear us apart. Let your

mind speak, Let it be blunt or sharp. If you can’t

afford to be the Sun, At least try to become a

spark.

By Anjali Sharma