Words!

"While the thoughts descends

As if dusk upon a sunny day

Brings colors of grey, as says

What remains unheard amidst chorus of days

And lays down words to be chosen from

As if flowers beneath pink trumpet trees

Hard to walk upon, impossible to pick all

We falter and scream, as if being unable

To touch the ray of morning light beyond prison wall

Leaving behind, as if mere corpse

We crawl and growl, while heart swells

And dwells upon what next, what next

Before darkness befalls,

We run around, we pick some in haste

Least it should be crushed and waste

We curse self for being ignorant

We go down on knees, and smell dust

We decide to scramble through

What was supposed to be a feast, alas!

We must reckon sooner than later

Words lie not upon flowers blooming, but

Upon thorns left tall and mighty

Naked on those branches all empty

Waiting for one to be pricked and taste

Unrest of own blood, flesh, and words do fly

As if birds out of broken cage, in a flash."

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 06/05/2015