Frayed Figment

Poetry is on my mind, all the time πŸ™‚

Hence this poem for #Mondaymusings

20150622_192427 I see you in my head

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

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10 thoughts on “Frayed Figment

  1. The sadness these lines are soaked with is heartbreaking. And the lines are heart-wrenchingly beautiful. I hope you are not in any pain, Sulekha. Hugs.

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