Preserving The Pieces Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Losing myself in her arms
And then losing it for long
One day, a diary reaches
In an uncomfortable evening
Spreading the shades of grays
And hurting the whole thing with dust
Tasteless dust, the cough-spell
Alcoholic emptiness
Drink's display
She removes every word
And takes her diary back from my hands
Leaving me alone and astray
Is it the way, poetry flows?
Is that how the pain meets music?
Is it the dancing drive?
Leaving the sleepy dozes,
and embracing the oversleep,
in over times,
with unmarking the time's tales
Silent. Numb. And unvoiced picture
The unshaken him goes listless
In countless pieces, he falls down
There the poet preserves him forever!