By-Suchismita Ghoshal
The dark room beckons me,
filled with a icy street of frozen blood.
Sunset bids & the night laughs,
I procrastinate on going further.
My chained feet & squeezed mind,
pluck some motionless memories.
Silent screams ocean deep,
tears turn into vapours;
I visualize my drooped face,
In the mirror of my caged soul.
Forbidden alley of their company,
scratches roughly on my delicate heart.
I found no way of surviving,
for the plastic outlets of my skin
lost the battle of emotions.
I witness my nerves shrink in agony,
Tranquility envelopes my heart,
I sip the wine of loneliness.
Calamitous & troublesome;
thoughts of my peculiar mind,
narrowed the tricky gaps of hopes.
Crowded with some fiercy laughs,
I still hide my blood-patched heart,
sculptured by some blind trust & betrayals.
I don't repent on being alone,
I cry for my softness & tenderness.
I don't yarn for another musked stranger,
I crave for a strong heart.
Storms inside my pulsating blood vessels,
calm down with the passing nights.
Morning smokes the new warmth,
Assurance comes & goes.
I touch a tender leaf to feel the truth,
the truth of isolated dreams,
the truth of a journey of new life.
Will it be my company in solitude?
I repeatedly query it,
& the answer is still pending.
I collect every little pieces of scattered trust,
My courage fragile yet firm,
figures out some hope to recover.
It yells ripping off the weave of despodency,
Run! chase your goals, I hear it out.
I gamble on my life again,
standing over my purified hopes.
I still run for a sound sleep,
a calmed mind & a nursed soul.
I still search for a sleepy night,
with a dream free of hopeless solitude.
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