DORMANT THOUGHTS

Life drags on
Thoughts becomes dreams, dreams
becomes thoughts.
Questions like
“Will you be my beloved?”
Remains dormant over years
On the tip of the tongue.
Death wins no wars
Tear drops don’t console
Winning matters and winning matters.

Smashed head over the concrete
Spills blood all over
Sympathetic words don’t makes winner,
A virus germinates
But death is no where to protect.
Words remains capped in the brain
Rusting and stinking with time,
No cranial capacity can hold it for ever,
May be it will fall like winter leaves from a tree.
One winter, another winter
Many more winters,
Still mouth remains numb.
Skin wrinkles, no cosmetic come to rescue
Hope still hang on over another hope
May be someday I will win
May be someday my speech will comeback.

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Published in the Newspaper The Asian Age (4th Apr’1999), India