WINGLESS

I sit here trying to feel each vibe

in the inner  most chamber ,

each flutter in the tip of feathers in fly;

fevers mounting  the crazy breeze

and dreams shedding colours in wet eye;

each turn of thoughts in fading flowers

each burn in bruised hearts of lone lovers ;

sensing shivers in  shy leaves;

sights that  this spirit delight,

and things this heart grieves;

not knowing since when

I have been measuring life

in terms of  new words and new lines

now that only for words my heart pines…

Where shall I go from here-- ?

from the key pad and the letters ?

from love’s  cool, blinding fetters ?

from the binds of the panoramic sky?

And  bonds of Earth’s inviolable shutters ?

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi, 02/11/14