Unkn(own)
I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness when I hold you Melancholy, at the rim of your throat; Like a place I’ve…
Amtul Hajra
un-optimistic, Poet, and a friend to many.
A Shattered Poem
I don’t even know what to write anymore, Abruptly, All of the words are on the shore. None makes sense of what An obstructed mind Would presume. Im choking on all Of my raw Undone Prompts. That…
Digging up feelings for a non living thing.
All the other things breathe, All the other things speak. There are quite a few, A few millions. Which can neither talk, Nor think. I highly doubt if they can think. I’ve always been amazed at my crayons,…
Reverence for words.
I write, More than I speak. I carry my words In feathers. They’re silver lined Like the moon. I touch them with a Light hand. Fearing they might shatter too; (My framework alike) My idioms, Are vague, unclear and appalling.…
A Bad Dream.
Timid And scared. There I lie. I can’t breathe, Nor can I tell you why. Im gasping for oxygen, Like there’s nothing more I could lose. I’m feeling numb again; Possibly for the hundredth time. I endure a rush In…
Her Favorite Color
What was her favorite color? Was it the brown in your eyes? Or Was it the pink in your smile? Was it the black that you so often wore? Or The red that you adored? Was it the blue that…