Poets: It's dark inside and a hundred aches are spinning to battle with the outside world. At night, when ' they ' sleep, I slip my hiccups under my quilt and walk through a spring of words holding the amiable hand of dolour. I kill myself every day until a poem is kindled on the face of art. I am anonymous. I am a highlight. I am a ruckus of thoughts pining on the walls of heart. I don't write to be famous. I just want to be heard. ©Ashis Das I just want to be felt...! #quote #poem #poetry #ashisdas #ashisdasquotes #poetrycommunity #nightthoughts #midnight #Dark #candle
