Anamika Jayakumar

(24-6-1993 / thiruvananthapuram)

THE FIRE ON ICE


Series of thoughts entangle the wits;
As if wound by thousand unseen knots.
Blindfolded to perceive anything,
Dumb I go, unable to utter a thing.

Perhaps an intuition;
May be a game of illusion;
Or, in this play (life) without a retake,
I fall upon another mistake.

Here and there, while all around I forage,
Everything else seems mere mirage.
Through the roads I have walked down,
Transform you to an unclaimed possession.

To pen what thunders from inside,
No, I have no courage.
With no guts to be aloud and roar
Hope you get what I take you for.

Submitted: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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