Inky Night

How I love
to rub the inky night
between my palms
crafting verses
of caged emotions
looking for an outlay
fluttering desperately
their unfurled wings

and how I love
to wake up with
hands stained
of leaky thoughts
smudging the darkness
clinging to the gloom
with both my hands
as the tremors
of tribulations
wreck my body
and push my mind
towards the abyss.

-Chhaya

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  1. I love the way you personify things in your poems..inky night is really amazing. Its kind of open ended and can be perceived in different ways. Its a beautiful thought! ❀ ❀ ❀

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    1. Heyyy Therese….thanks so much dear ! I am so glad you enjoyed it. You are a brilliant writer and I really look forward to reading more from you. I love the way you add the touch of music to your writings. It makes it all so much more impactful.

      Keep doing the amazing work that you are doing. My very best to you for everything ! 😊

      Much love !!
      Chhaya
      πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“

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