Floating!

"Good or bad,

What did I say?

Before words fade

Through the dusk

Leaving behind

A void

Which makes one sink

Deep down

Beneath own shadow

In vicinity of moon

Stark naked

To confront myself

I look into eyes

Of my own

I see images

Filled with words

Rolling down

As droplets

I collect them

In my palm

And taste them

My mouth stiffens

Stroke of spasm

I cannot speak anymore

I blink my eyes

As if collecting images

As a camera does

For they may say thousand words

Which I failed to utter

In embrace of solitude

I touched my body

And it fell as if a dried leaf

Out of a flower, silent

In the Garden of Eden

As if a drop of rain, falls

In a goblet by the window

Only to be left resonating within

As dawn approaches in Far East."

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 05/09/2015