Shadows Of My Poetry

The shadows of my poetry

Shadows thy swirling

And, sparrows chirping

Sky and I both are awake

Me with my tears flowing in words

And sky too cried the whole night

Paper of grasses became greener with dews

Oh the greatest irony

All are here listening to my words

Don’t know what these words mean

But believe me, my silence has infinite poems

For withered yet untethered was my soul

For it was the conspiracy of resonance

That I die every moment to breathe

For a moment of my love

And yes don’t dare to ask me of love

I here say, Before you and Before all

Am ready to embrace infinite deaths for one live

But again the Shakespearean tragedy

Won and I failed

For its written by you, I won’t say by almighty

And I kept dying, dying, dying

But nobody could feel the pain nor my silent sober

They ask what happened??

What should I say

My life is lifeless because so and so...

I don’t need a few words of empathy or sympathy

Let you pray for my darling death

My dream, my destiny

That my thrust remained thirsty

With its own unparalleled impulse of love

You won’t see ever,

You won’t feel ever

You won’t understand ever

And the silence of mine is teasing infinite mirrors

But who cares

Neither sunflower stops kissing the sun

Nor waves stop drinking the wine

And here my heart is out

And ‘the shadow of my poetry’

Sprouts but alas to fade only