Talk to me,
Even if it's rubbish just keep blabbering.
Can't you hear them, the voices growing stronger
It is my attention for which they grow hungrier.
Tell them, I don't want to listen, I don't want to care
The howling, the yelling, the shouting, the screaming
Their pain, their anger, their words all overlapping.
Hold me tight,
Don't let me be dragged in this fierce storm of emotions,
They will bleed my heart till I become part of this commotion
Scarred, numb, just a voice - angry, hurting, hating.
Please, won't you stay behind till the voices tire and silence resides
And I am happy in ignorance weaving dreams within boundaries.
My mind is so scared, my thoughts are confused
Think for me, help me out, tell me what to do.
Don't let the spotlight fall on me,
Don't let the darkness engulf me,
Show me where I can remain unimportant and easily forgotten.
Yes let me be at the edge of this circle of light where it's not too bright
The eyes, wild, vacant, will stop the search, voices continuing their fight
I will be safe, my mind calm, my heart intact,
And my soul undamaged
I will dream what I should, I will follow the steps
Yes, I will live until I am dead.
1 comment:
Its a wonderful poem......and though it apparently seems a sad poem it have a optimistic touch .Specially the end is beautiful....jibon e jai hok ei chhoto chhoto shokh gulo bhulte nei..glad you started writing again..proud of you
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