When Words Wished

 

Again a time to sit back,

There's a moment of gasp

When soul within sheds a silent cry

And quietly escapes a sigh

No one close to read the lines..

Those that travel deep and in the heart reside

Not too far to understand the unsaid

yet the meanings unspoken, gradually fade..

The broken words sulk; tired

And collapse with unfulfilled desire

The last breath of each one make a plea-

'I wish a writer loved me..'

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-Sakshi

A Fortnight

 

And the moon is here,

to face the darkness-

I carry within

It holds itself up,

longer than anyone did-

for me

I surrender my flaws,

those that are scars-

on me

Each day it erases those,

gradually losing its shine-

to nothing

To let my soul read a life,

it lives an eternal journey-

a fortnight

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Reviews are welcome

- S