Living in downtrodden swamps
Covering misty locales where
Views steal words
And sometimes steal ‘themselves’ !
Far away from reality
Far across that reality
Far within that reality,
Among those realms
Of Unseen nightmares
Like ‘Night Mares’ galloping
Of those realms.
Absence of celestial light, any …
Reverberating in the veins
And the arteries;
Walking across life in silence.
Confidence, yet, intruding as dark matter.
Screams…, screams from nowhere.
I move on across the trifles
Walking across dreams ‘ve never
Achieved at all.
And those shattered realms
Spewing —- only ‘Venoms’
With the passing away of the last train
Of thought, awhile ago, ere
The fog descends on the tracks
Awkwardly sudden .
Seconds tick by,
The fog, part in white, yet in dark.
Obscures the vision
Just like it ; Does to everyone
Who confronts it,
Or, dares to….
Hanging on the ledge,
I,…… Like those bats, in the dark.
Footsteps heard — without footfalls.
Or, just ‘creature-likes’,
The creatures — all dumb,
Witnesses, probably the dumb witnesses.
No one dare to bare —-
At those ‘Asleep’.
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Contributed By: Dibyendu Ghosal email@example.com