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Sep 2020
Sometimes I wish to be a wanderer but my heart trembles,
I tend to speak my heart out but feels like I have lost my voice,
I feel agitated and my vision turns out to be blurry,
What are these I am experiencing?
Are these aftershocks or there is more to come?
Pictorial representation might seem okay but inside? No.(gratitude to earthquake occurring 24/7)
Hallucinations(of sunlight cursing me )as I hear cries craving for my shadow (to ignite)
Often I cease to exist and behave childish but it happens to be interlude and I return back to oneself.
Written by
Binita  20/F/Nepal
(20/F/Nepal)   
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   Bogdan Dragos and Imran Islam
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