Jot down your emotions, you will become an art,
It would still bother you, I know.
Being an artist having words
that still couldn’t do justice to the sentiments of love.
Art becomes a therapy, my mother said,
when I got my first heartbreak,
suffering becomes a scenario, she never confessed.
After years of awareness that love goes away,
uncomfortableness remains constant!
I when told that you will understand soon,
that jotting down your emotions is therapy unheard by few,
I’ll again suffer the pain in my body of misery,
but will utter that no it never released my discomfort of vacancy,
it made being shattered look beautiful in the rain.