From cocooned tangled threads of tears
let me unknot echoing half sentences,
wrap them around my fragile fingers
guide your fears - my moonlit trenches.
Strip layers off your alloyed fixtures,
let me mould gently, that melting skin;
I’ll relive nightmares, be the shrine -
bestow upon me the darkness within.
A flowing sea of crashing defeats
I stay afloat on my murdered dreams,
the setting sun bleeds into my words
a tragedy - life’s constant theme.
Having dug beneath hardened paints
I’ve learnt the scared art of blue,
the ones waiting to rinse their pain
let me do your grieving for you.
- Nishtha Nayar
// NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 1
- Nishtha Nayar
// NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 1
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