Monday, April 9, 2012

Funeral of words

Tethered to scattered memories, I am
Clutching a million broken shreds of me, I stand
If my heart stops beating or I don't breathe
There is still hope,
I might still stand a chance of recovery.

Hugged by the clouds of melancholy, I rain
Screaming a name in my head but on the outside, I don't speak
If I crumple the paper, throw away the pen
That's when the point of no return is met
Stamp me lifeless, arrange a coffin
The sun won't meet the shine in these eyes again.

Bury me. Write me off.
Mark my grave as The Unwritten.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry


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