TONIGHT I WON’T

Tonight I won’t write for you

Like I wrote yesterday,

Won’t write for example that I love you;

For my pet words frighten me this moment

With dire consequences:

Some words interrogate my wounded self

Punctuated by multiple ellipses;

Some others stare at me with anger in their groins

Prompting me to scurry into rat holes

Where red-toothed Time munches bones of past

Stripping memories of their souls;

Tonight I will just breathe you in

To a silence

At the bottom of my soul where nothing stirs

Except a long shadow of a sickle moon

Inside the incubator of the night,

That gasps under blanket of clouds

To form some meaningful image

Within range of our limited sight .

@ COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI/ 06.06.15