Heartfelt

                                                        Goa,2020

When words fall on paper, 

unrhymed, uncounted, 

free-flowing,

chaos dissolves, 

thoughts stretch 

beyond words,

expanding the possibilities 

of their proper execution,

in metaphorical existence.

Bounderies dissolve

and the poem takes shape,

as the muse wills.

At times,

while exercising 

poetic licence

Anarchy often turns 

into turmoil, disorder reigns.

There is beauty in counting steps. 

Else a poem becomes a prose.

Just like people,

not every poem touches the heart.

-payal

25/10/2020

It's day 25 of OctPoWriMo