My English poems


May 22, 2011

The margin gets visible.

Miles stretch out.

Questions and answers scramble

without a punctuation in the end.

Speeches collide

across spaces of connotations.

Relations split with emotions

as a laughter cracks joined lips.

Nothing remains understandable.

Discourse is monotonous.

Speakers are muted.

and mic much loud.

I give out too much

and take in nothing.

I degrade knowingly to an ‘unknown’.

The poet in me ‘burns and freezes in the ice’.

Emotions- twice removed from truth-

die while getting out of heart.

Rug fails

My brain shivers.

Tears yell out

frustrations of possessions.

Let me shut up now.

and introvert.



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