As my life sits,
on this blank paper
waiting for me to write
those nugatory words
that best describes her
as I steal glances at
those defunct moments
to devour my mind
allowing me to stand by my
poetic self, the pain in
my guts scuffles against
my throat to come out of it
and vomit on this blank paper
on which my life sits.

By:

Vidhu Sharma