My thoughts!

My thoughts!

My thoughts!

An urge to hide hurts,
In the silence of monument valley!
Secret openings had been bricked up within,
That’s the ancient pride ever in race.

Dissected by the pebbles,
the flow gets torn here and there,
A puddle of disappointment!
between the breakfast and dinner time,
mirthless smiles still slithered away,
as the pride approached,
Few drops of water naked in sunshine,
a milky thread falls from the mountain.

Breaths die mechanically in a vacuum,
every day and night; swiping emotions naively,
moment to moment act per scene!
The droll thing is to be live.

So pathetic! Human don’t find fellow human,
It is tetchy, now to be holding mutual bond back
Thus soul steps in exile,
and the commotion swallows all,
queen of voice flew away in the dark,
remains a symphony of pretending show-offs,
like the gloomy song of the fall,
After the autumn wind passed by.

Nitusmita Saikia
Nitusmita Saikia

By profession, an instructor in National Cadet Corps, Nitusmita writes both in English and in her regional language (Assamese).She has been writing poetry for E –magazines like FM Online Magazine since last two years. Her poems have been published in various anthologies under, WWW.Realisticpoetry.Com “why Poetry Matters” under Ardus Publication Germany, “A Bouquet of Verse, volume-2” “A Divine Madness, An Anthology of Modern Love Poetry volume 3, volume 5”, Anthology “Symphony of Peace “under 10thIPF JKC College Guntur, India , regional anthology ‘HazarKobirSapun’

2 Comments

Aparna Posted on3:31 am - Feb 10, 2018

Contrarily t’s our thoughts that make us not our actions.

Nitusmita Saikia
Nitusmita Saikia Posted on6:37 am - Feb 14, 2018

yes, you are right. a beautiful picture been added have completed the poem. thank you Aparna.

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