So, I haven’t written a single post in the last 1 year!
Yes, the calling was somewhere lost, or like a mortal living on hope, I was waiting for the tide to turn, for magic to happen, governed by the future, haunted by the past!
If the year in exile, away from poetry, had to be captured in 2 words. They would be Clarity and Closure.
So there might be many poems colored by these 2 emotions in the weeks that follow.
Please comment and like (if you really did like the posts). Would keep me motivated and help the blog be alive.
This video has done that already!