Out of the Pensieve
Pen and paper in hand, forcing (in vain) words to flow out.
So some fragments of absurdity atones for.
Silent night, slow pace of the gyrating fan and ticking
clock,
Soft breeze swirl in through the open window.
Amidst the piles of books scattered everywhere;
Hidden pieces of some unfinished letters.
The agony of stifled words stinging;
A needle unfastening the threaded memories.
Thoughts spurting out of mind,
Like water gushing out of frozen streams.
Soaking the heart in flooding thoughts,
Vision veiled by the spread out memories, urging the mind to
dive in.
Attempting steps pulled back, by the fear of dawning nostalgia;
On the edge standing motionless, with memories left to be stared
at.
Lovely, just lovely.
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amazing writing Soumi! wanted to compile a list of my favorite bloggers from different genre and post it on my blog but am too tired to write anything these days. will do it someday and your blog is going to be on top of my list in poetry :)
ReplyDeleteI don't know how to reply to this. All I can say is that I am really honored and privileged. :)
Delete*goes.and.does.a.little.jig* :P :D