I Bleed Words Poem by Soumita Saha

Like a shooting star I find my

Existance falling pretty often,

From the sky I painted with love

I mistook as heaven,

I am bleeding words from the

Wound life planted,

My narcotic heaven got tired of

Being taken for granted.

Badged in invisible scars I lay

Chained to fortress of good old things,

Where we loved like free birds

I miss you like my miss my wings.

I am still bleeding words, a bed

Full of insomnia stays awake,

My ragged wings hide the scars

Of pain it was forced to take.

My narcotic hell dreams, craddle

Like infants, collide like stars,

I profusely bleed words from wounds,

And stare at the unhealed scars.

I still bleed words from the
Wounds life planted,
My narcotic heaven got tired of
Being taken for granted.