An Unknown Agony Poem by lalitha iyer

Stabbed below the conscious levels
I writhe not, but succumb to snubbed solitudes
The full moon nights
and whispering magic lights
they tickle not me now
to perspirating passionate delights
I pass on and wash off my hours
with no sticking stamens to fertilise
into magic nostalgic memories

Groans fettered within my compressed thoughts
I grimmace not, giggle not, gayily laugh not
the silvery bands of simple love
I just look upon like a foreign dove
watching grains of tasteless chatter

Once a rivulet singing and dancing
its time to sink into the subdued Ocean
no music, no murmur, no exciting melodies
I ripple not, but just die within
emaciated, scrapped, killed by the drowning emptiness
I just fade away, my songs, my moon lights, my dances abide.