Tuesday, June 14, 2011

A dying word

A word dying in my hands
stuck to my pen to reveal
its last breath by not writing
but opened up inside me
bit by bit, inch by inch
like a slow pain and the
scorpion crawling inside
crafted a web trapping lost
forgiven memories, devouring
a love I never had

1 comment:

  1. ek kavi ki chhatpatahat. shabd girte hain kabhi yun hi, aur kabhi ghanton/dinon/saalon tak khamoshi rehti hai. isiliye kavitta se jyada behtar hai kavi hriday..loved it.