Let me cross-
I'm a filthy soul strangling my dark poems
Burying them underneath my tongue, to abide my home.
I wear dark at night, long coat
Shaping my mysterious figure, grey shadow reflecting the water in boat.
Why my lover hide mangolia, above my chest of thoughts
And stare at Abyss, by whispering what.
I'm sailor often tries to dive in journey written in novels
Floating my breathe, as a giggling vowel.
But, what it means to escape death shore
We keep digging to find out more and more.
All secrets, hiding underneath the libraries
Opening the chamber, with stiffed keys, we crawl, pray and sit down with hope on knees.
Nobody can escape seven life together
To write history of dead poets, that's what we all wanna gather.
So, let me cross
The Barren land of heartbreak, making me escape my own words
Inner screams are very often heard.
What's a poet life without emptiness and pain
Rather, writing thousands of poem, a poet who's lonely and sane.
- Aditi
