Jyothy Sreedhar


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.