Friday, August 10, 2012

Dusk


Changing with time… slowly morphing…
As, my flesh gets ripped off on barbed wires
I move forward…bleeding and bones…
While troubled waters keep flowing under the bridge

The pen refuses to move…
As, too many words block its path
The blinding pain…giving way to cold numbness
While, I close my eyes…and let sleep embrace me

But, in my waking dreams and lonely sojourns
I have searched for solace in your arms…
As, the sands and winds have left their marks…
I stand unrecognizable…battered, but strong

I have picked up my pen again…
To dance, with my rain
And, feel coffee’s bitter kiss
With the forgotten half-burnt cigarette on my lips

2 comments:

Ranja said...

As a not-so-silent witness to the unfavourable metamorphosis and a fellow prisoner, i would just wanna thank you for getting vocal again! Tremendous piece buddy..keep this up...and hell yeah i mean it !!!!!

Panchali Banerjee said...

Maybe a smile will suffice now...