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
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
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)
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