Metamorphosis

Day-28 NaPoWriMo-2019

                                                                       image Sneha

Poetry,
Speaks to me
In my dairy
Beside my bed
The flashing thoughts
They come in reflexes
Sudden and abrupt
Sometimes in half sleep
Sometimes while innate
In the darkness
The words scribble
Voiceless but move
With a force beyond my control.

Poetry,
Shouts my inner voice
The heart is a machine
Stops and starts
Feels and hurts
Bleeds and repairs
Hot and cold emotions
Stinging and burning aches
The drudgery of restlessness
Pulls the body apart
And that is when words
Showcase their true colors

Poetry,
Flows in the blood
When spoken words
Fall silent
And the thoughts
Like volcanic lava
Erupts and bursts on
The blank spaces
In sentences, in footnotes
Short spaces, a few lines
The  parable of life
Enveloped in anguish
Happiness, 
Helplessness
Joy, dreams, desires,
Silently emboss into passionate verses.




Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2019