Restlessness climbing stairs of thoughts...
In this tragic phase of nightfall...
When words are echoing and images are dancing,
And not soothing the inside altruist moon or stars...
Calligraphy in bold on the slate of mind
Are rewinding, letters disappearing fast..
Nerves pulsating, breaths touching the bottoms of Bluest seas...
And sighs travelling in vain to bury in the last corner of space..
Chilly sweat piercing out the skin,
Sensations of deep burning tearing down aching muscles..
Mind awaiting sure explosion...
Heavy questions, heavier answers banging hands and heads....
Under nightfall, on the door of head.
Sleep standing a millimeter away from eyes...
Still looks a distant shadow...
Burning eyes are writhing, lids are but stuck....
Only your embrace can cure!
I have often have suffered from nights which passed without bestowing me a moment of sleep. On one such night, sunken amidst depressed thoughts of mind, something happened...strange very strange sensation, .....that i can not explain.......
It remained for a full two- three minutes.
Somehow, I gathered my senses, opened my phone and wrote this poem, in one go, without stopping for a fraction of second.
If it has happened to me, probably it has happened to some of you.
I hope you can connect with it.
YOU ARE READING
IMMORTAL IMMIGRANTS
PoesiaThese words have escaped the city of my heart and are refugees here with their tents on the pages of this book beseeching nationalities of your hearts. Give them the nationalities of your heart.
