Chilly winds
Chilly wind has turned sharper
drops of ice falling down
each one pierces me
pierces me with lies spoken for no gain
for lies never have feet to walk on
for lies when uttered drop dead the moment they are born
yet I carry their corpses
I carry those till they are frozen
dig deeper and deeper into my soul
I pick iced knives out of my flesh
one by one and melt them on my hearth
each single drop that falls on my overstretched palm
reminds me of forgotten comforts
words of wisdom hollow from within
caresses that did not exist
for air they rode on was too heavy to carry them
lips that spoke did not throw a single word out
as the words were devoid of syllables
yet they were, they were all the while
all the while all the time
in this very world
breathing free of life
beating without heartbeats
in tandem with shadows of darkest nights
dark and cold, accompanied by chilly winds!
…Hi Pritts I believe apart from those reporting news…other creative rendition see the daylight only when that artist is convinced by what he says…and conviction comes out through empirical route…I haven’t seen you this way…this shoots the coldness down to the soul…that mention of sharpness of those lies and pain involved has been beautifully impressed upon…but once there dark days simply begin to get the deweeding…we know the moment anything happens its route to its end begins…I wish you ‘smiles’ and bright sunny days ahead.very apt usage of metaphor…Dear Pritts.
Pritpal…. these divine words can only come from the deepest of heart… because one can easily feel that a heart, which is hurt, cheated and swindled can utter this pain….
It may be another poem for a writer but it is mirror for a person to see his own pain being described .. so beautifuly… Thnxx Pritpal..