Din of the silence

Blank empty eyes.
Blood seeps from the dual empty cups.
Dry cracked lips are thirsty since long for these droplets .
One’s own voice scares
and increases the shaky heart beat.
Stumbling to the ground like a shadow board
A reflexion sways from earth to the Amber
and howls in creepy,blood curdling silent shrieks.
Cry cry cry is the chilling sound of the flowing breeze,
And one become deaf with the jangle of the silence.

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

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