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Revisit: Unsaid Words

the flickering of the unsaid words
through the morning dew, through
the daylight and afternoon meals
deranged mind talks louder but the
volumes muted to empty air from
the mouth that struggles to speak

standing with my back to the door
another door closed near my heart
then my mind and finally my eyes
muted to the visual flickers of
words still remaining unsaid
strangely dancing on my wet
eyelids while my brain talks
of eternity and damnation

sensual fireflies through the window
cool breezes slip in secretly spying
spirals and perfect mathematical
curves on everything forbidden to be
spoken and still the words flickered
wanting to steal the laces and the silk
sari strewn across the floor in mysterious
fragments

and no we did not look for your
traces in the rice flats laid to dry
in the same sun that gave you light
for your first steps and growing days
when you resonated with flowers and
scents and we still did not look for
the resolutions of the smells and colors

from the road junctions to the hidden
country roads where we stopped for
directions where words still told
stories but mine could not even
picture a day before or a day today
and the words remained unsaid for
the fear of a broken heart

your steps and paths took you
to faraway places but the heart
still yearns for those days the
words that should have been said
but we are humans we are lost
we are paralysed with awe and anger
and fear silences the roots of any
words...

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[#] Found this one while searching for some file, but it seems I've already posted this before. The more I look at my old writings, the more I ask 'was that me?'. Maybe I had more patience then and managed to subdue my sci-fi tormented brain long enough to write a good poem, however weird the form may be. This by the way, is a true story from an alternate reality. Hope you like it.
[#] I need to jump into 90 hours of job due next Monday!!! and not forgetting the due or demise of 'the thesis'...imminent end of the world.

Comments

Miladysa said…
I LOVED the whole poem, there is something in the air at the moment with poetry. Do you think it has something to do with the sun? ;)

My favourite verse for I could not choose only one line:

"sensual fireflies through the window
cool breezes slip in secretly spying
spirals and perfect mathematical
curves on everything forbidden to be
spoken and still the words flickered
wanting to steal the laces and the silk
sari strewn across the floor in mysterious
fragments"
Keshi said…
loved it Ghosty!

btw 90hrs of work? Where d u work, at God's office? ;-)

Keshi.
Alok said…
extremely powerful I must admit .. had so many layers and so many different feelings... loved the way u ended this ... it almost had a snap end (realisation) impact ...

it is indeed good to look back at the time gone by .. for the winds then seemed to have blown differently but then as seasons change even the winds adjust to them .. every change is welcome .. even change that grows mentally and physically ...
Jeevan said…
"your steps and paths took you
to faraway places but the heart
still yearns for those days"... Very true bro!

Have read this poem before, but a new feel in reading it again. wonderful
Pauline said…
A novel written in a few lines with hearfelt messages. However did I miss seeing this!

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