Am I A WRITER!?

AM I A WRITER!?✒

Rhythm runs far from my verses,
nor literary accolades
caresses my taste,mostly memories 

my soul hopes to erase.
Freestyle or at least thats what they say, 

Some whisper
I paint the words
to guide my forgotten ways.
For you mesmerize me
with words unsaid,
while I scribble desperate,
only to watch myself fail.
Oh! vivid dreamer lend me your
sight for a while,
for I be the darkness and
you're the only light.
I am at crossroads of wanting
to write and no words on the mind,
neither pain helps
nor love has really inspired.
So let me take a page to inscribe your beauty,

    as I watch you turn silence to poetry.

                       And maybe one day even I'll be a poet,              

Writing narratives from heart,
Nothing satirical or melancholy;
 Just dripping lyrical ART
They say I'm a poet and
I have been that for quiet a while,
It's not that I don't know;
it's just that sometimes
it doesn't "RHYME"!🍁❤

                                                                                                               ☆♤Haital Singh♤☆ 

School Days!🏫

School days are treasures,
That fill our hearts with pleasures,

I was three ,When I came to school

and bid goodbye to my parents,
Now I'm fifteen ,When I have to leave school,
but can't Because those little things,
Have become memories😇🎀
Memories that could never vanish from my mind, 

Those helping hands, dreaming days,
fighting for benches, and rushing after bells,
eye contact within teaching period,
stopping the uncontrollable laugh, kicking, hitting, and insulting will never be out of mind😁😛
From those chalk fights ,To those stupid names & those silly little things,

Our teacher's scolding, opening lunch at almost any period..
And food fights were always on..👫👭
All these became memories.🌈🌟
Memories that could not be forgotten,
For school days are the best days of a person's life.

☆♤Haital Singh♤☆