Don't Know What?

I once again take his help
My pen, who surrenders
Every time.

I feel I am running and attached
With don't know what a string
That has continuously been tying me up
With almost nothing.

Stammering pen hesitates and feels guilty
Of the innumerous blue ink expressions
Feels guilty of your presence in them
Of your eyes reading them
And your mind understanding them

I wanna hide away from these words
RUN AWAY.
Conscious of my own Expressions
I wanna wipe away.

But still.. Do I write when emotions are at peak?
Still do I think ..When there is so much to think
Still do I miss, that which I could never feel
And still do I care.. for that which was never mine

I feel like writing so much
But its painful to see
Such a gap between
My mind and the words

Had I ever thought in my life
Would this happen
When my poor pen
Would search for words so often
To express my feelings
For don't know what

Now I surrender in front of my pen
Begging it to stop writing
for don't know what..

Could you ever be in front of me
And face my pen
Losing its connectivity
To express..
Don't know what.

COULD YOU EVER..........
DON'T KNOW WHAT.

~Tapasya~

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