Best Poems Written by Leena Ishrot

A poem as a coffin

Stepping out of the womb 
Wearing serenity and 
A weaving of smoke 
With a vapour trail in the empty air 
He writes a love letter to the angels living in his software 

But
Do they know, how many times his heart was crushed like a glass slippers?
He was once told psychopath
But,
Do they know, he was a sentimental person?

He served trauma dumplings for dinner at his parents' house 
And often murmured 
We are children of empty sorrow and lost ocean.

When the world goes to sleep 
He crawled in his spiderweb of thoughts 
Now his grief tastes like his mother's tears.

How much space is required between endings and could save a piece from disaster?
He strangled himself and wrote that

Dear suicide, I came close to you

He had a list of nice things -

"Coffee, cardigans, cinnamon and conversation"

Maybe his soul is tired,
Craving crisp air for his lungs 
As acquainted with darkening nights,
Bitter gusts and sullen skies 
Hands that know the weight of goodbye 
Often drunk syrup from well of tears 
And swallowed words like a poem that kept locked away
His thoughts were absurdly  incomprehensible
"Was he a constellation of scars? 
Or
A compilation of half written poetry?"

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