Nourishing….

I am nourishing a starvation that I cannot fill up,
it twists my heart, breaks it , tangles it
at end all my lips whisper. *it’s aching* ,

I follow it shaking, crawling ,shivering,
shadows in me
falls – bleeds -stitches,
rise again .
I’m the tryant but my powers are grinded ,
I’m the narrator but my lines are mumbled .
It questions existence of my heart ,
pushes me where I never belonged ,
made me poignant,
where are my eyes? Why am I impotent ?

(sighs )fingers cross and
counts the seconds left for today,
denying to accept tomorrow will be alike ,
endurance will step one more time ,
one more day I’ll nourish something I don’t want to ..

nourishing my contemplation.

– Trisha Raha