WINGLESS I sit here trying to feel each vibe in the inner most chamber , each flutter in the tip of feathers in fly; fevers mounting the crazy breeze and dreams shedding colours in wet eye; each turn of thoughts in fading flowers each burn in bruised hearts of lone lovers ; sensing shivers in shy leaves; sights that this spirit delight, and things this heart grieves; not knowing since when I have been measuring life in terms of new words and new lines now that only for words my heart pines… Where shall I go from here-- ? from the key pad and the letters ? from love’s cool, blinding fetters ? from the binds of the panoramic sky? And bonds of Earth’s inviolable shutters ? Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi, 02/11/14
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 09:15:49 +0000
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