Craters of my heart

I fill craters of my heart
wailing
my silent tears
How have you been pursuant
of my blotted dreams
by the light of your pulsating eyes
far above the rotund sky
Enmeshed
I become
The moment
I rue you whereabouts
into the wheezy
sound of unbearable loneliness, that
You are etching over my soul
Daplling the mottled remains –
Alive or dead

© Tapeshwar Prasad

4 thoughts on “Craters of my heart

  1. Amita Paul

    Pulsating pulsars are no doubt far far away from the dome of the as visible to Man from earth , as far has his eyes can see , but the mottled remains of a poet’s lacerated heart or his soul ( figuratively speaking ) can still be visibly dappled ( again figuratively speaking ) by the light and shadows of synaesthetically wheezy sound of the loneliness etched upon it by the other. As usual , a complex and intriguing train of thought in a relatively short poem by the poet, summed up by the pain of imposed loneliness , which makes it a poetic complaint addressed to the significant other, who could be real or imaginary , human or spiritual , mundane or divine.

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