Are there no words to describe my joy ?
Words that have crowded my thoughts
escaped without being echoed by the lips.
Why is it that my mind has no
euphemisms to describe the feel ?
Why is it that verses have not flown
from the tips of my pen ?
Millions of verses have been sacrificed
on the altar of my books
In glory of deaths, on heartaches and loves
Sadness has been colored by endless tears.
Reduced to mere words by the hand that write.
Joy of being in love,
not described in my verse,
Why cannot I explore the vastness of my soul.
Overjoyed at having found a strand to live
Are there no words to describe my joy.
Or have I been stagnated ?
By the years of unmoving silence
By the grief and the darkness
that the moving streams of joyous laughter
Fails to clear my mired mind.
Oh please !
Are there really no words to describe my joy ?
