What hides you, there
deeper
into your faint smile
carrying, appendages of wrinkled thoughts
Every time that you sag
a muted gaze upon me
I remain fixed
of my telling a tale
That
Not much is left in-between
to take a resurrected view of
flickering of breaths
That, you will be leaving me anytime soon
Keeping me silent –
a leftover
into your faint gaze
Swiftly like a tongue of the wisp
it rose from the upper land
crooning into my soft ears
Wisdom of the yore –
Not all that comes passing by
attend to your life
All that lay hidden from your empty tomb
Resurrect a claim
Treasure into thy golden land
Saying so
It sublimated into the air
The tellings of His being
Trailing a leftover –
The carcass and my bones
I kept hiding
a little smile
from the torn picture
of my old black and white photograh
that have been worn out
beyond recognition –
Parched and crumpled
because of
my unkeeping, and age;
Lest
it will take
One huff of my present
And,
it too will
start weeping
from the cracks
Poets thoughts, presently;
like crypto-currencies are
trading our verbs and verses
pulverised into the blockchain
of mines and miners –
Cutting and pasting others minds into ours
Like a treasure
i.e. black fruit
Decentralized from its roots –
Gloating, ever gloating
Smuggness of their crumbling pride
You will ask me
How I write my pen
Nonplussed, that
it erase all wordings from the mute pages
of my belongingness
Giving leaverage
to my understanding
with quivering lips; that
all truth
is smeared with
The will of my pulsating heart –
Giving a beat into other
When all was
not it was, but
a past
You only, came
Driving my hearse –
Giving communion
to my spirited whole
Sans any bereavement, that
since uptil was
a flicker of my earthy life
Now, that
I have a truce with my understanding
I have shrugged off
all my reasons
to be with you
Sans any death, sans any act to call my own
But, to
Bequeath my breath onto you –
Time and space
How you cut
reasons
to my dream
Not once, but
Twice
I winked, standing
at the moment
But
found
Your ignorance
Taking a peep out of me –
How not well enough
I think about your well-being
The more I am pulled out of me
the more I wish
I could be you
Taking every of your beat
as mine
On a cetain wee hours
of the pleasant morning
A happiness
perched on my head
Taking a glee out of me
I quivered a lot
by my understanding
The quintessential play
of its piquant flavour
Toothless I laughed to my heart’s content
Which never could have happened
with teeth attached
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