-By Tanuja Mehta
I may be the shiny stone,
Still live deep down all alone.
I may be preciously owned,
But don’t have any value for my soul.
I be like the Shepherdess sheep,
Dreams of whom are churned far deep.
Sometimes I feel like a raging storm
Caged in a corked bottle,
Eager to shatter its walls
And ready to battle.
I am having the senseless fears;
Smiles tricking the ignorant tears.
Freedom flashing off my shine;
Even feelings have lost all its senses.
Meaning of my unspoken words
just made another turn.
I think I am the untouched muse;
Ink of that useless pot which is never used.
I have lost the shine of my face
Which is kept now in a wooden case
Making my own shell fade,
But still I will be the pearl of that shell.
About the author:
Tanuja Mehta is someone who believes that writing is a way of portraying the depth of oneself. She quotes, “Pen and paper are your best friends with whom you can speak your heart out; in return they won’t judge you, rather encourage you to move ahead.”