Eulogy to Poetry

Sugar granules on my eyelids define the numb, static voice beneath the waves of poetry, absolute darkness. The times flutter on asymmetrical length hypnotical lifeless mellow tunes. Words break, poetry aborts A mother takes a life of her son. It’s sharp. Black. As I think, a tree detaches a leaf As I swirl, a star…

Off for some time

I am in that bad phase which apparently the blood moon did. Thanks to her! And so I won’t be posting much neither would I would be punctual in replying all the lovely comments. My latest poem is here. Just in case! Much love MVS