there is no
musicality in my words
i use them only
for mere aesthetics
if only i can speak to them
and command that they glide
in my tongue without any dispute,
i will,
by any chance
but these words breathe
in this page
in eternity,
they do not sleep,
they do not rot
they labor for their own worth
and co exist
with people's silenced criticisms,
along with the silence
of the page
i said,
there is no
musicality in my words
these are but shards of thoughts
but i live up
to their beauty
as they breathe
in my tongue,
as i glide
my fingers
along
with the intention,
along
with the execution
of ideas
synthesized
in my own
disillusioned
fragments.
1 endeavored to criticize:
Damsel, I loved this poem and its flow!
My favourite lines from this poem:
they labor for their own worth
and co exist
with people's silenced criticisms,
along with the silence
of the page
these are but shards of thoughts
but i live up
to their beauty
as they breathe
in my tongue
along
with the intention,
along
with the execution
of ideas
synthesized
in my own
disillusioned
fragments.
Keep up your good work! ~Dib
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