Lekhny composition -27-Dec-2021
Breath
Breath ,breath, breath
I'm repeating this word in my head
Like a favorite character of mine ,
Love crushed me into a rubble
Of stones
Broke my spirit and separated a part
Of me from my own kin ,
It crushed me and dumped me far away
From their field ,
Now I'm lying here
Struggling to breath
My bones crushed ,
The pain in my heart much greater than that
Of my bone's bad fate.
I'm failing to breath ,
I try to let the air in but somehow a needle
Pricks my chest heavily and I
And I feel an unimaginable sense of pain
The pain of a wound I can not touch ,
I feel it digging into my chest like a
Hungry insect but I somehow can't
Crush that insect for troubling my spirit ,
I can't crush it cause I can't see it ,
I can feel it but never see it ,
So I cultivate within my pricked spirit
A path to life ,
Breath breath breath
I chant the words like a mantra
Somehow they do not heal my soul
I chanted them thinking they are the ones
The sage in the temple up the village chant daily
But
But I guess I was wrong as always
For the chants did not heal my spirit they
Instead drowned me in a sea of my own expectations
Of a peaceful life.
I may breath but only I know
The hole in me that is struggling to keep
Up with the air in me
And only I am waiting for it
To devour me
Thee° entangled
Anjana
23-Mar-2022 11:40 PM
Good
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Ayra S
28-Dec-2021 06:48 PM
Nice
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Niraj Pandey
28-Dec-2021 09:37 AM
very nice👌
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