Lekhny composition -23-Aug-2022
My heart feels heavy and yearns for drowning numbness state.
It wants to run away from the door which broke on last Tuesday.
When I forgot to bring my mom her glasses and then at night her hands were full off needle burns.
I am guilty for those burns but like moon she still gives the cradle of calm and peace.
Few months have passed and my heart blocked another door , from last Saturday.
On Saturday , I promised to pick up my father from station and I got lost in laziness warmth.
He walked with big steps and by moon rise he got high temperature.
I am guilty as I am lazy and stupid.
My days are filled with dark clouds as I broke my mom pride as I lost her father's remaining pen.
She held the pen , when a soberness got near.
It was dear to her than the gold she got from her brother check.
As she smiled like a lily in exchanging the gold for the pen.
Now I lost it somewhere , my mother didn't said anything.
Her broken silence plays the guilt bells in my heart.
I want to write more and clear away the saltness from the eyes.
Along with the bells on the page tonight.
But my heart has wrapped up in a tiny space.
Forcing me to deal with the guilt and carry it forward with rest of life.
Ajay Tiwari
25-Aug-2022 05:42 PM
Very nice
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Khushbu
25-Aug-2022 11:11 AM
Nice
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Saba Rahman
25-Aug-2022 10:34 AM
Nive
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