Choked









silence of silences

soundless sound

of solitude

except my friends

photo frame and lamp

midnight is now

broad day light

you know what

the dusty mementos of our love

are scattered all around

in my small room

I get choked with

the smokes from

half – burnt woods

or wounds !

tired , exhausted

the aurora of hope

my only strength ,

my virtual tendril

Kamakhya

Image Credit : Google

4 comments

  1. Ann Oblivion (Anne) · March 26, 2019

    This is beautiful. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ESP · March 29, 2019

    the aurora of hope, beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

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