The day flows over crammed words

Every language is a surfeit of images,

There is no summer garden left within me;

Memories are just like yellow fall leaves,

Everything is mundane, and the time has deserted me

Ahh! It took me some time to cry out my heart.

My small little heart is shrinking day by day ,

In a million years, I never get occupied with;

So much pain rings, of too much plank of sorrow,

Overflowing into veins of my heart

Neither, I hold a breath, nor can gulp,

Every moment, I am suffocating in my agony.

Oh ! I am freezing in cold air at the shore

I am lingering with all of my desires,

Weaved together our dream garden ...burned down,

Withered leaf and flowers strew in front of the door ;

As if, Life has stopped at the edge of my sweet home

And I have become motionless to walk to the curvy road.

It is August, perhaps days of withering embark

Life wings from the top of the mountain ,

The delight of breeze is no more felt on my cheek,

Neither I can’t feel the calmness of nature ;

All seems I am buried in the deep dry grave.

In this small town, fear is gripping me in her black arms.

There is no elegance in the letter of old times

The emptiness of my heart is peeling out love,

Let me wrap around myself from the dead sun,

I keep falling from the cliff, and my soul is bruised ;

Ohh! missing my old blue jeans at the corner of the street,

Walking in the rain, with my old school friends in late afternoon.

With my ponderous heart, I couldn’t lift my soul

Bleeding in memories of those magnificence time ,

Depth of my mind is whirlwind with emotive thoughts,

Let me immerse my emotions in the cold ocean;

My eyes sobbed with bitter tears, haunting at glorious city lights

For now, I can’t tolerate the ache of my withered heart.

I am clueless wandering, resounding with my self-esteem

A broken soul is deteriorating, for unreasonable passions,

For, I am unable to pour out those afterglow emotions

The world chases me for my pure love and I ---

Bleeds for being a warm and innocent spirit ….

Who can teach me, how to deal with such trauma?

That summer is lost forever, for good

The crinkle of a leaf remains a souvenir ;

And I am bearing a dead heart, without rising ,

A wispy veil of time casts a dew on the grave,

This autumn, let me shed my infant’s feeble cry

For my withered heart might bid adieu!

Perhaps there exists no happy love, either great days

It seems a death by a thousand cuts in a blink of an eye,

Just to rise again, it will take to forget my life,

For ages and ages, I have been suffering harsh summer night;

Ahh! I don’t know when can I see joyous daylight?

Let me isolate from the evilness of the world.

BY

@Priyanka S Raj (MAHI)

dated : 26th August 2019

Twitter : @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry International @Realistic Poetry

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