• _breathe__ 109w

    Teach me to write the things,
    That scribble between promises and attempts,
    About the wind that blows silently,
    Down our body randomly all at once;
    Something that stays behind,
    Trust issues and hatred,
    Teach me lord, oh my lord.

    My brittle quill with its fragments,
    intone intractable intestatence on whites,
    And a wine with heart wrenching divine,
    Absorbs hollowness of my pen
    Slinging it's hook from my fingers,
    But I need to write, because noone hear here.

    Ohh my omnipotent, teach me
    how these breezes are captured
    That gets exhaled after getting craved in each of our cell,
    Teach me to diminutate skills of shorthand,
    To solemn up the dew drops that fall on my cheeks
    At every zero three hours with a tick tock of soigne.


    Consonants in alphabets of my misery,
    Are quiet sceptical about
    my frittering vowels of moirè of monody,
    The clouds yell at my head,
    Asking me to become a Pollard,
    And my polemical survival
    trashes with the pages of my notebook,
    Notebook with lexicons that has no meaning,
    EXCEPT asking almighty to teach me,
    How ink bleeds when we're dying,
    How the rival gets the throne of existence,
    Teach me lord, how phalanges calligraphate.
    _priya__









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    Ohh my omnipotent, teach me
    how these breezes are captured
    That gets exhaled after getting craved in each of our cell,
    Teach me to diminutate skills of shorthand,
    To solemn up the dew drops that fall on my cheeks
    At every zero three hours with a tick tock of soigne.

    ©_priya__