Doorway to the world of poetry
While listening to the silent and horrid sound of droughts around,looking at the rotten branches of one of the beloved tree,listening to the pain in the last or least forever song of a lovely bird (who used to bring me his messages of meetings)
So I wrote a poetry on the window of my bounded world.
While craving for the muted lullabies of my mom,slowly getting despaired from myself and weeping for the undressed soul of my lover.I drank my tears(poison)as syrup of ambrosia and hide their salt between my dead yet warm lips.
And like the twinkling of stars in the black sky ,my tongue penned a poetry to my dark and decaying life (survivor).
And while getting wet in the rain of devil's venom,freezing by the chilly winds of winter nights,dying of burning in the invisible fire of their glittery skins.
I wrote poetries in my diary that nobody could find in my room.
And while falling of blood drops of severe cuts of broken heart,hearing the howling of lone wolf in the dense forest.
My last heart beat knocked the door of poetries and wrote a poem to my slowly disappearing hymns of my lord.
~Shivani Chhonkar ❤