Mystical Words1 min 12K 1 min 12K
My poetry is dissolved
By my misery
Finally my traumatic soul
Consumed my words
I am blank
Bearing unspoken words inside.
Oh! What an irony
My poetry seems to fade
While the desire to write remains
What shall I do to renew?
When will the restlessness release from my soul
And when shall I be free?
My blood gushes with restlessness
My mind and heart throbs in pain
Hard it is for me to shut my eyes
My lips are sealed and I try to soothe myself.
For some time I succeed,
Sometimes I do fail,
My misery finds its way in words
But when will it end again?