I got my answers through unspoken questions
I heard through words that were scribbled
I tasted from empty glass
I lost and then found specks of me
In little pockets of my being
Put them together and stared at myself,
What was being reflected in the transparent glass
That is when I knew,I had arrived again
That is when I knew I had reached again
That is when I knew I was back to the starting point again.
3 comments:
the poem is jarring, discontinuous, unsettling and mysterious
In short this is utter trash,and I'm pretty much hopelessly bad in this.
:-(
But I will not be disheartened.
I will try to work upon the jarring bit and the discontinuity.
i love everything u write
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