Words in agony
Quenchless words flap their broken wings
but they fall short every time they try a flight
from the dry, rigid terrain of my brain;
their squeaking beaks pierce holes in my soul
yet their pain remains confined.
Clouds cover my thoughts but it seldom rains.
Instead they languish in travails, I pray they be dead
lying in the deathless embrace of the waiting white sheets.
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Don’t make them die intentionally, rather let them fly spreading their wings and crossing through the medium of freedom.
Am not a sadist to let them die intentionally. I really cannot help it. Cant tell you my frustration!
Left me speechless. Painfully beautiful.
Hey Shivya, thanks for the comment. I need lots of lots of em to gather the old heart and write it away
Agonizing indeed!
I appreciate thy comments, thanks
Oh ruthless pecking words!
Thanks you felt them
Impressive, mujhay jitni samjh aai hai, its out class yara!!!
You’re generous in appreciation; thanks
Impressive indeed. Love the flow of words here.
Thanks and welcome to this blog
painful
but beautiful
Thanks