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.
Silence.
Shhhh.
