Blakness Poem by milanth gautham

a dot
in which every dots dissolve.
like a black hole
unseen, yet the only truth.
Lines are drawn,
only to reach here.
Hours are lived’
only to live this second.

The love
that died in the throat,
the kiss
that ended on the cheek,
the touch
that felt only the rough cloth,
the look
that dissolved in the yearning eyes-
the blankness
of the unlived memories,
the unwritten lines
of an upcoming poem-
everything that isn’t
is here.

all i need
in this melancholic night
is one more smoke
and the smell of a women’s sweat.