The poet in ME

In search of that poet
that night i met
The way i had dreamt
outstretched hands so tempt
illusive thoughts i meant..

Little do i know
why my words are sad now
like a lost sheep to bow
they haunt till i feel low
thats my life still.. anyhow

Memories tricked my heart
i came out being smart
words are now life's part
as if the girls from mart
This poet have eluded dark

I wont write any more dark poems.. somehow.. i have stopped doin so..
wish me