By Nitusmita Saikia
Contributing Author for Spark Igniting Minds
Words fail to draw the curve of life,
Tangled up in the maze of time,
And the voice I long for,
Rejects my sigh of despair.
I lost the accent to define,
what life does desire of me...!
Now the question of existence echoes only,
There is the noise yelling at me,
And feelings...!
They fall like a broken quill in the emptiness,
That is the void of entangled times...!
Amidst those commotions,
Every heart lies aflame,
Though there is the patina of feeble resistance,
All disrobe and inhale stale wounds,
Vulnerable gladiator unarmed in the mist of the night,
And a fake lullaby I sing then to silence the nut
The one that resides in me,
In all of us;
As I unmask my face,
in quest of a few fresh breaths...!
Yet each of us find solace and solution,
In each of us for each of us,
A war of life this way goes on,
A rehearsal of an act for every new day,
Takes off...!!!
To chase the puzzle of time,
The mysterious maze of time,
We call it life...!
I believe.
(Featured Image by Glauco Gianoglio from Pixabay)
About the Author
Nitusmita Saika is by profession an instructor in National Cadet Corps, She writes both in English and Assamese. She has been writing poetry for e-magazines like FM online magazine for couple of years.
Her poems have been published in various anthologies under www.realisticpoetry.com and much more.
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