By: Parthajit Borah
Measuring the heart confirms my age
The weaving dreams of emotion
awake me in silence,
the sobbing of tears surrendered
before the kingdom of crying.
The memories of feelings grow
too older to feel someone at heart.
Writing of words fail to form
a poem in the pages of heart.
Night is haunting me
sucking the final breath of my heart.
Tired dreams of pale heart flow
a red sea in my heart.
Fallen tears of eyes seek to rest
on the womb for a while.
Touching of breeze confirms
me to feel at someone’s heart.
Melting emotions receive your
warmth to pour dreams.
Let me feel myself in you.