Reverie

Fall - III

every lonely night , words are wind
it picks up letters crumpled unto the bin
howling in the puddles of shadow
cast by the back of forgotten chat- heads
the flickering of the street light
keeping pace with the silence -
that lake of silence by the misty windows 
that has been ever since my grey cells
won the case over the panting ventricles

the bench that I had loved to frequent
in that green sea, studded with wizened trunks bereft of the hint
of spring that had tested time ,
the silent wheeze of the hinges
of those shackles of swings
moaning in rusty desolation
all past ruckus now a cemetery heaped with
bouquet of crimson gold leaves that fell hard at the feet of its roots

how many texts can you delete
how many moments captured through lenses can one trash
till all but a loner screenshot sets
the overgrown forests of beards
and dark circles alight again
a blue tongued hunger in that
fire burns ashes on and on
sparks fly but to no avail
for eyes are sightless and touch gone

A.N. These words are just words or maybe they maybe they are more , please put up your valuable comments to let me know ...