A poignant aftertaste

Thursday, August 5, 2010

An overwhelming urge to cry washed over me, thus I decided to pen down these beautiful, ephemeral emotions before I lose its essence. Do not be fooled by the structure, I have written, not a poem, but a prose - writing in my stream of consciousness would be a more apt description. In other words, it contains no literacy value. So read on, enjoy and be bewildered in trying to establish some sense from it.

My heart, it shivers,
searing from the core, bellows
to be released from the skeleton fingers
It clutches. Stifling me of breath,
of words left sealed in my throat.
Tears do not find me.
They fell from within.
From my inside do they drown
the remnant fragments of my soul.


At times was I possessed by a sudden urge to scream, to cry, or to close my eyes forever that I simply could not disregard the poignant aftertaste it had left me. The pain, the worry, the pressure - pieces of these emotions would remain. A thought hence ran through my mind.

While on the brink of unconsciousness, one usually calls slumber, have you ever closed your eyes and wondered 'What if I cease to open my eyes, would this darkness be of an eternal dimension to me?'

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