Page 47 - SHAPES OF LOVE
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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






 38  K.C. Sethi & Sunita Sethi                                                                                                              SHAPES OF LOVE  39
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