• love_whispererr 6w

    Crippled pneuma
    screams
    in a privy
    sometimes
    on the pillows
    But everytime
    on the diary of her
    those lexicons
    consoles her
    On the leaflets
    of poetries,
    she solaces
    her infirm soul.
    But a mask
    she wears
    on her face
    looks so alluring
    as that veil
    which always
    twinkles & shines
    But behind that
    her silence
    shrieks loudly
    but no one can
    hearken to that
    tranquility
    Those quietude
    hammers on her
    gammy lame heart
    But that vizard
    engulfs that yelling
    over her stillness
    as always...

    AND AGAIN SHE SCREAMS...

    _bidya b.
    ©love_whispererr
    (12th September, 19)

    #pod #mask @mirakee

    Thank you @writersnetwork for your kind repost...✌️✌️

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    Mask that
    always smiles,
    but behind that
    her silence clamours...