Uneven steps have left me holes to fill
with light that will only peek into from above,
it is warm all around but the darkness breaks it asunder
into a biting envelope that has cold muscle on all sides
It is like sharing a dog's hunger for a piece of meat,
the assurance is calming and the fight coming
Every now and then i find myself sinking through the hole,in still water
and there in that separation of the clod and my last beating sinew
i wish for the heaven's to be aflame
and down,by the places they were raised
as i surrender my eyes and breathe into this final temptation
with light that will only peek into from above,
it is warm all around but the darkness breaks it asunder
into a biting envelope that has cold muscle on all sides
It is like sharing a dog's hunger for a piece of meat,
the assurance is calming and the fight coming
Every now and then i find myself sinking through the hole,in still water
and there in that separation of the clod and my last beating sinew
i wish for the heaven's to be aflame
and down,by the places they were raised
as i surrender my eyes and breathe into this final temptation
Why do you even read my poetry Manik? When I read this I feel my bones are rudimentary, moreover, whatever they might have to say. I have no voice of my own for days after reading what you have to say. It is very humbling. Humility is a good thing. I keep telling myself. Humility is a good thing.
ReplyDeleteI am caught up in the first line, for it is the stitching of so many new steps that know my footfalls.
Thank you Annie for your kind words....Poetry feels like a gift sometimes and sometimes it is the tormentor of souls as poor as mine...can't buy a moment of nothingness...sometimes it hurts....
ReplyDeleteyou knw i was almost visualising every sentence in here...nd it left me bereft of hope for life as opposed to the usual me (that u knw)
ReplyDeletei know myself and i do the same...we can't help it...
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