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LOVE IN SILENCE                                                                     LOVE IN TEARS


                                                                                                   I have doped the certainty of time                                                  Massacre of faith with trusted weaponry
                                                                                                   Very much located all dislocations of life                                          Bloodshed of broken invisible bones
                                                                                                   Raven emptiness doesn’t tame any obsession inside me                                Not allowed senses to sob in open milieu
                                                                                                   I have fallen with transparent chastity of silence                                  Strangled addictive pulses no more smile
                                                                                                   Not scuffing with her tender interventions                                          Aches are finding way through helpless eyes
                                                                                                   Not hearing any more caressing noises                                               Quake has broken out into secured heart
                                                                                                   Which used to bring spring with one puff of melody                                  Emotions are eloping with awaking nights
                                                                                                   Not gliding over clouds of uncertainties of breaths                                 Slaughter of free day is suffering from lonely asthma
                                                                                                   I have drunk truth of my own pleasant soliloquies                                   Acne starts growing on fictional glow
                                                                                                   Nourishing phantoms of fictional pleasures heal my aches                            Ebb of joys letting overflow of stormy restlessness
                                                                                                   I am relaxing, defeating needles of earthly movement                                Connected bridge is fallen into irreparable pieces
                                                                                                   Meditating piously, without inclusion of angelic to touches                         A happy hut has been swept away by evil invasion
                                                                                                   Surrounded by silent chirps of past gossips                                         Not digesting tablets of excuses this mortgaged heart
                                                                                                   And paving my way, futuristic rays of hope                                          Stains can’t be buried by pleasant monsoon
                                                                                                   Not hoarding any more the dictatorship of sobs                                      Incurable rescue from such willing mishap

                                                                                                   Letting my beaten emotions, follow the drainage of tears                            Obscure tasteless weather has unclipped it’s jaws
                                                                                                   Perhaps cleansing my long uncleanness possessed heart                               Siphoning all colours of life
                                                                                                   Winnowed my feelings, bare biased torture of this time                              Obtruding disenchantment into every lane of happiness
                                                                                                   Cascades of silence soaking all hybridity of pains                                  Defunct famine is imbibing tiniest drop of moisture
                                                                                                   Forbidden is going, where restricted air blows                                      Leaving heart inflammable at every strange touch.
                                                                                                   Practiced those chants, through lonely wind pipes
                                                                                                   Now at busy peace, long flooded pulses, carrying impatience                         @Parkash Pencia


                                                                                                   I am rising above after this tidal belch.


                                                                                                   @Parkash Pencia






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