The Dawn of a Writer

I wanted to say something,
But at the same time I don't,
When the soft touch of Sun,
Blinds the sight of a million rules,
I find solitude in calmness of day,
But the million standards,
That are counted till today,
by the world,
I still adjust to soft edges of life,
Cause I still long for some
memories,
Who I was? Who I am?
I yearn more, is still a greedy sin.......
The fabric of time indulges with each colour,
With each stream of light,
That signs of my salvation,
"The dawn of writer",
As I carry the sweet flowers,
Covered with sour tastes of truth,
The breeze says it all
I want to tell you my deepest
secrets,
but I won't, If I do
I might burden you,
Is all I can think....
Every morning I look for myself,
With abundant ties of emotions,
And nothing out, not set myself as me....
That carries my soul as,
"The Dawn Writer"........

-Khushi Kaul