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May 2016
Unremitting tears in dry eyes
and halted flow of blood in nerves
What lies just behind my pectus
is a heart
or a muscle
filled with
igneous unwanted emotions  

Let’s just hold our breathe
for a moment
and see
moments of eternal attachments
are becoming breathless
with our detest  

Is it really necessary
to search answers for all the unsolved questions
and find reasons for all the incidents/accidents
and bruise
equanimity of sun soaked day
calm attraction of loneliness

Is it really necessary
to drag
all dead souls from their graves
and **** them again  

I know
restricted sensations are
hitting  my heart
to be expressed
to be showed
to be felt and filled  

But is it really necessary
to plead for the need
to rest and cry over your chest
to face the silence
that will come after your departure  

Silence has its own words
Darkness has its own color
How does it matter
whether all the squatters
know this or not  

Its enough for me
If I could let you know
I and mightiness of my feeling
started with you  
and will end with you
Busy life     busy days     busy nights
What we gain in between is little time that used to get wasted with unnecessary expression of anger, hate and unsatisfaction for what we expected to get and could not get
and what we thought to say....remain unexpressed

(A dedication to great romantic poet  Pablo Neruda. Initially I thought why most of the poets write about love but his poems made me realize you don't need to write about a lot of things/problems if you made yourself feel the universe and you know how it is created
attraction...science also says this)
Puspanjali Sahu
Written by
Puspanjali Sahu  Kolkata
(Kolkata)   
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