Sunday, March 3, 2013

To Put Pen on Paper


Running, fleeing, endlessly in circles;
Again, again, Always-
Escaping, surviving
The execution by sharp needles
In narrow clock radii.
Shackled by diktats,
Unable to flick a wrist
In protest or in mere expression.

How then, the brow sheds
The brine of the ocean inside!
And descending, the intercourse with tears
Runs its acid course;
Red cheeks sizzle, extinguish.
Wordlessness streaks havoc
On sun-browned face,
Disappearing in dead mouth,
The hollow of silence.
Potability lost. 


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