Twirling poetry

My words are at dire loss,

Breaking with every comma,

Ending with every period,

Yet never beginning when it should.


May be this is a break-up phase,

Where the hyphen is left to hang

mid-sentence, never to be completed,

Reeling with pain of anticipation.


My brain piles up with question marks.

Just the right amount, no more, no less,

Pity the bad timing,

No answers anytime soon.


When the gloom passes,

And the sun peeps out,

I might use some excitement,

Ending with an exclamation.


Punctuations spin the white sheet,

Vaguely drumming the beat until

the rhythm and words fuse,

Sentence they become, happily ever after!




  1. Srijan · September 25

    This is very creative. I love it!

    • Sara · September 26

      Thank you, Srijan ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. K-Bliss · November 15

    Reblogged this on K-Bliss.

    • Sara · November 15

      Thank you ๐Ÿ˜Š

  3. Sahana · June 21

    This is so creative!!!

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