Yes she speaks through the veil of anonymity
as the world around her revolves in their chaos
in their untimely exits and uninterrupted cues
screams of pleasure and pangs of discomfort
soaked in pathos of everyday trifles
they hear but seldom listen,
they talk but barely speak,
and silence?
How they never understood!
Raindrops tickle only the naked flesh
And not cloaks stitched out of expensive gifts
Shadows form light of their own
Emanated from the holy light of oneself
oh how they muster it
Though closed fists and careless glances
And laugh- that mocks its own dissonance
The stage is lit once again
-provided she gets to perform-.
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2 comments:
Anisha, this one's too stark, ripped open and for once I really didn't have to strain to see what you've written. Love this side of yours, and different too!
they hear but seldom listen,
they talk but barely speak,
and silence?
How they never understood!
ah, perfect!
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