The world of me
is still being born
Stillborn ideas
and a guilty bond
My tragedy is visible
only to those who
come alive in the
the absence
of chaos
while its cunning children
wreck havoc in me with
a smile
I never live an ideal day
yet its hope kills me every day
I always wind up waiting for her
even if her wings fail to fly me away
Nostalgia, forgetfulness
and I live in between
I can hear the silence halt its life
and suffocate my soul with
the pain of forgetting hope one day at a time
one
word
at
a
time
Hey, I’ve been relatively absent from posting or engaging and I intend to stop that phase for now. I can’t live without writing for a week at max, my energy depletes and the hold of the writers’ block becomes larger. Now I will halt that begin my regular writing and posting here while also reading all the fantastic writing I might have missed. Cheers!
Art credits – 1988 David B. Mattingly cover art for ‘Starship & Haiku,’ by S. P. Somtow
“tum se naa ha payega” I took it as a challenge actually but in a different context 😁, thanku for inspiring me, I’m a also writing to someone, but that someone is particular. That’s enough I guess, 👋👋
Glad I could be of some help 🙂
Brilliantly beautiful from beginning to end. ✨
Thank you so much truly!
You are most welcome.
Fantastic piece, especially the ending! 👏 Bravo!
Thank you for your support. Means a lot 🙂
I will look forward to future posts. Very thoughtful and emotional!
Thank you Patrick. Highly appreciated 🙂