Where Are My Words?
Where Are My Words?
Where are my words?
They are waiting.
Waiting in belief of the brain,
That told them they would get recorded soon.
Where are my words?
They are struggling.
Struggling along with the discomfort in the throat
Caused by pain and guilt due to the existing and established injustices,
Wanting to burst out some day.
Where are my words?
They are chuckling.
Chuckling at the insanity of the owner
Who places infinitesimal things first on the to-do list.
Where are my words?
They are dancing.
Dancing between the skin layers that cover the ugly human
As the heart does the job of a meticulous musician!
Where are my words?
They are dying.
Dying along with the soul that gets played by the world!
Where are my words?
They are getting scribbled.
Scribbled on a white sheet of paper
The way my life does on me.
Where are my words?
They are getting disappeared.
Disappeared as my tear drops fall on the sheet of paper while I write,
The way death is going to take me away!