April, Do you sing any song or sonnet?
Of voices of animals or non-living?
For I’m tired of listening to the noise
coming out of mouths trying to
make sense of everything.
Micro Poetry
Feathers
Those with wings have a
pesky habit of flying away.
My quill has feathers too.
What if it departs?
Listerners
The more I wanted to
scream my pain out,
The better listener I became.
Thinking how badly
others would have wanted it too.
~ to pour it all out.
Another Midnight poem
Trail of thoughts
Stillness of quiet
Overdue reforms
High-pitched screams
With a muted voice
Here’s #midnight
For you
Regretful Tuesday ||National Poetry Month
He said he breathes love
I said I devour humans
One swift voracious wanton swallow
And my mind was devoured by his thoughts of love
Ever since that day
I started breathing poetry.