Dead Words

Recently no word playing in me
I am imprisoned in glistening mirror
Enamored mind in barren grayness

Terrible dark takes birth in every night
Benumbed the day is with the withered pen

Wearied chemistry of eyes
surrendered to the raindrops
falling in the wizened heartbeat

Your shining nose-ring is burning
my titanic wrath of high voltage sighs
making statutory shrine the thought

Susceptible lust
renewing the pole of youth
to bathe in juicy petals

But all words into the vacuous grave



23.09.2020 Chattogram
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
September 28, 2020 at 11:22 AM
When the words want to splurge forth into the fountain they will; in the meantime, enjoy your placid brook.
Wolf Avatar
September 24, 2020 at 2:50 PM
Sounds as if the spirit is still alive, even if the words are dead. :) gw
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