There are tales deep from her heart.

And how she'll tell, it's an art.

May be it's so tall and no part true.

Just one caution, don't take her words at face value.

There's so much she wishes to say

But somehow she never finds the right way

Everything seems so deary and repeated

Yet within, there are subtle differences.

She hates most to show her vulnerability

May be all these writings are just proof of her insanity

It isn't that she has nothing better to do

Just that writing to her, is a hobby as something else is to you.

Update 10/April/2009

I haven't been writing in ages. Haven't written anything in almost 3 years. Just put up one of my old poems, written like 4 years ago. I'll have to get writing again soon. Once the exams are over, I'll start. And I realise that I actually have reviews for my old poem! Am i surprised! It was a whimsical piece. I certainly didn't expect people to like it.

Thank you for reading & if you are here, thank you for being curious enough about me to visit my profile. Do leave a note/ review so that I can know what you think. Hopefully, I'll start get started on my fiction/story in a month, when my 3 month long school hols start.