UNFINISHED POETRY

-Anwesha Saha.

Pic Credit- Anwesha Saha.

I stutter, I stumble;

On some days, I sway along the breeze of your presence.

I sink in, I'm stifled;

At times I gulp down my own existence.

I choke on my words and my thoughts go astray,

But I don’t really mind.

The nights are long, the sceneries grey,

But I still do not mind. 

There are days on which I mock my own emotions,

My apathy consumes me in huge proportions. 

But maybe not as huge as my obsession,

Maybe not as perilous as this desperation. 

So, I have set my longings free;

I have calmed the storms in me. 

But you, my dear, will forever be

My unfinished poetry.