Poetry is on my mind, all the time 🙂
Hence this poem for #Mondaymusings
And sometimes by my bed
Your eyes speak volumes
But your lips, forever silent.
My fractured dreams and
Ruptured fantasies, plunge
my mind in insipid creaminess
Of unpleasant ashen realities.
Can hear your whispering breath
Engulfs my heart in its silken web
At last, our eager souls embrace
The Coffin shuts on my smiling face.
By Sulekha Rawat
Linking it to # Monday Musings