Words with an endless loquacity..
It meant so much to me,
Your words with endless loquacity…
The barren leaves that summer spread
Were as feathery as my words unsaid
So twists that came as a meal to me
How could I choose when there wasn’t a need?
Those were just my own demands
Had there been a need to be!
I only gnarled for life this much
That everything meant just meaningless to me
But like I had a choice for freedom, something nearly ached my breath
My fears were only made out of myself
We sat and questioned who was wrong..?
The words only added to my qualms
These streets and lanes leer at the blank face I cannot conceal
An era of not knowing the weed that could heal..!
My remorse that I shared with the mirror of faith,
Kept breaking and demeaning; it held me a bait!
With yourselfers all around to prick my nerve
How can I then pledge to serve?
When you swallow your thoughts because you fear
There comes a tomorrow, when it gets all clear…