Nayanika Dey Poet Free verse

Oneirism

I often lose myself
Amidst webs
Of weens and oneirisms.

I've built there
A diminutive colossus,
Of my little big imaginations.

There, even the driest martini
Moistens my parched saliva,
And soothes my soul.

And the sounds of silence deafens
The chaos within,
Which otherwise makes my heart thole.

Uncontested race with,
Unknown identities and,
Known strangers becomes easy to win.

With noticeable absence,
And quiet presence,
Of childish reluctance makes no sin.

There, cremated births,
Living dead and suicide victims
Are found missing.

For oneirism it is,
Where life can go on even,
With a small honey wrapped kissing.

~Nayanika Dey
©1942016

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Faraz Ajmal June 25, 2017 at 6:01 AM Another beautiful poem, you can describe your feelings and scene beautifully and that s what a poetry is about continue to write, as you truly have great poetry skills