Poet in the Heart...

Highway keeps calling,
Telling me it is late,
‘come back and try to be a part…’

And the worst thing is,
To be the one hiding,
Telling ‘I don’t know where to start…’

There is nobody thinking with reason,
As all have been busy doing their part…

There is nobody happy this season,
As all have been living their lives apart…

There seems to be a,
Simple thing called heart,
One that keeps looking
For you to notice what it wants to do,
from the start…

All that it wants to
be is be happy,
And bring a smile upon your face,
that is all…

‘All that I look for is a smile,’
Says it with pain of being torn apart…

Somebody needs me, like I do, a walrus,
But the only one listening is a goat from the past…

There is lamb, running on water,
Past the rains of shame and,
Distance only brought between the hearts…

Somebody needs to
be out there,
Who would be the savior,
And save this journey that is there
without a start…

All that I see now,
Is an empty palace,

Groaning are empty hallways,
Without doors and people,
And a laugh…

So many players,
sang in the darkness,
But the only voice that remains,
Is of the poet in the heart…

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju