Mired feet of my mind
into your thoughts
I remain screaming
within
Never to be heard by
anyone;
Swallowed are my
voices
By the emptiness of
your presence.
Like a hollowed trunk
of a tree,
My being exists but like
a living log
On a standing tree
with withering roots.
When crepuscular
light radiates from
Sunless sky, I look
for you
Into the horizon
Into the fading light
of the sky
Into the depth of my
thoughts.
I know there is no
you in me now,
Like there is no me
in you
Or rather we don’t
exist in each other,
Like we never have
been parts;
Yet I am stuck in
your thoughts
Into the deep
hollowness of my sentiments
Into unforgettable
memories of my life.
Towards dawn you lead
me
Through my sleepless
night
Through rugged
journey of imagination,
And when I want to
touch you
Like fading dew,
You fade into thoughts again
And Like a sticky
clay
Mired are my feet of
thoughts in yours.
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