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 kill 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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written Puspanjali. Thanks a lot.