Tons of shadows pass by,
On a basis, perhaps daily,
Exchanging thoughts, even
Incomprehensible to self.
Spontaneous interactions,
Where the mind feels-
Free, to utter every gush-
Of words. that sway free.
Laughing with some,
Others on a serious note.
Few talks become scary
And rest stay gloomy.
The moments I laugh,
The serious instances,
The ones where I'm afraid,
Hide in the corners.
But the ones which,
Make me dismal,
Hover on the surface.
Tending to dreariness.
I find very few
Rather none,
Who can bring the smile,
Back, as that in the day.
Sometimes, tears flow down
In sympathy for myself.
But recently, the regularity
Has made them even dry.
On a basis, perhaps daily,
I wake up smiling, and
End up with a frown,
Even the heart doesn't ache-
A perfect lump of blood.
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PoetryThere are thoughts that fail to turn themselves into words, yet remain so close at heart that they resound themselves again and again as 'Whispers'. A short compilation of poems trying to bring about sweet little essence of varied instances of the...
