Lost and found



the bones shrouded by silence

head discoes to the drum roll

of inner swell that bangs


numbness, this numbness

eyes know not how to blink

shred and scrap from the red roof falls

a heart with a limp is dragged


destruction, destruction

thumps and thuds of caustic silence

the bod swings on a blue tide so high

unleash the eruption within, gush out


deafening disquietude

these cues of un-spelled languages

sear the tongue succumbed to smoky distaste

dry cough of doubt with finesse


welcome, o welcome

leak from a faucet so worn out drips

ticking clock and creak of closing doors

shift of focus relieves


submissive invasion

into nothingness, escape from oneself

everything to find where one would be self

the noise shushed by intruders


sleep now


Written Frames, 2018

43 thoughts on “Lost and found

  1. You write so very well… your art is strong enough to drag me into the scene of the uneasy self with an hypoxic mind. Questions swirling ever.
    The picture is as distasteful as the abhorrent chemicals infusing the mouth, searing the “tongue succumbed”. Yet it fits with the words and is a brilliant choice.
    Well done, poet, your writing stirs me yet.

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    • I am stunned to know how experimental your tongue is to develop and admire variation of taste…
      As I often say to you that you have an eye to see beauty beyond beyond ….so it goes for this…. If I believe this piece to be dear to my heart. ….your love and comment here makes me fall in love with it ….

      Thank you D. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

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      • Yes, experimental and unorthodox my dear one.
        It actually matters not the subject you choose, your passion and ability could make a grey stone shine like a gemstone. When you apply your art with concentrated attention you are in a league of one, you! With a unique voice. Someone could present me with 100 poems and I would know yours.

        My pleasure watching you spin lines and lay yourself bare,

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        • How splendid it is that I have created an identity with you through my words…..

          New kind of love this is where one remembers not the smell of the skin…but the pattern of words woven with care , reflecting indivuality….

          You grace me ….dear Diana….!

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          • Skin, it’s odour and touch .. mere layers of wrap, common cells shared with humanity. Yet words, they are the power. Words can ignite love even before skin touches skin. Words can release the essence of a soul – fingerprints that linger on the windows of time.
            You grace me, sweet one 😌🌹

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            • For us…words triggered tornadoes, earthquakes, eruptions between us and we are rapturous….cuz love is never a angel but a devil with a arrow so sharp that has hit us hard………destruction….. to construct from each other….

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            • ..and you know your words are like water to the arid desert sand. In these metaphors the sand shifts and beats against my being, blinding my vision; biting flesh … but my soul is replenished as fingers meet…

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    • And how content I feel to know it tug at your heartstrings and produce notes in harmony with what I feel and hear…

      You are a darling Priya… ❤ ❤ ❤ Cannot thank you enough for reading and sharing your valuable feedback. It keeps my hopes up!

      Much love ❤


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