Heaps and heaps of words
Stuck in desperation, mute, blind
I un-turn pages and unfold stories
A deliberate, hysterical rewind
A happy poem they ask for
Colour, dance and delight
I dig out thoughts, restlessly
Terrified letters turn white
A little joy stuck on my ink
Left unattended for long
A sore throat, humming pain
Forgotten childhood song
Pages and pages of tear drops
I touch the dried up pain
Frozen words, no glimpse of glee
Beautifully insane
Joy slowly leaks through verses
A constant discomforting writhe
The idea of a happy poem
Is merely an unaccepted myth
nice one....!touchy
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my thoughts, most of the times...nice one!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mohammed. I am glad your thoughts relate to my words. Guess thats what I want to achieve in my poetry.
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