Thoughts descend 
in neon whites of infinity
to hit the keyboard as an avalanche of words
to leave thumb-prints of ingenuity.

Words become cadaverous,
impotent to birth them.
They leave stillborns
with pale yellow shadows!

An eerie pain numbs my senses.
I suffocate.
O, had I become the unuttered word!

the-mystique-trail

The unuttered word

Unneeded words we kept on uttering 
Whilst needed words we left unsung 
A world brimming with unsaid kind words
Until when will they spill through our callous mouths? 




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