There was a sudden cry
Wallowing in the air
Owning the self
Not in self pity
But in some turbidity
Suspended into the air
It is said, that
The wound have lost its pang
Doing excesses,
Now is having a self redressal
By letting go the past agony
In the blunt look of the present
Another poetic circumnavigation of the metaphysical from this explorer of the existential.
So much thanks for your precious comment dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.
Brilliant !!! It builds a perfect atmosphere for a befitting end.
So humbled Rashmi Malapur ji! Regards.
Its a deep and piercing work which leaves a mark on the reader.
So much thanks Sameer Sir.
An incisive, multi-layered literary work.
Thought provoking
Much thanks Meera Krishna ji.
Much thanks Vijay Nair ji.
The familiar grows into metaphysical and transcends the boundaries of words
So humbled dear Sir Unnikrishnan Kalamullathil ji.
Succinct expression of grief in poetic language.