Torn pieces of paper gaze back at me

Spilled drops of ink blot the table

Dark shadows lurk behind the drapes

Murky smell of rain suffocate the air.


Words choke the air out of my lungs

Eyes sting in the grip of tears unshed

Hands tremble in despair unknown

Cold sweat running a channel.


Something break, deep inside

A staccato of emotions beeping

And I no longer write them

Instead, I bleed them…

  1. Babu Raj 3 years ago

    Wonderful lines, congrats!

  2. Pradeep 3 years ago

    Nice lines..

  3. Haridasan 3 years ago

    thoughtful lines..

  4. sureshkumar 3 years ago

    Good Work. Best Wishes

  5. Anil 3 years ago

    Good one.

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