Wasan H. Ibrahim
Words Left Unsaid - Poem by Wasan H. Ibrahim
While a process being made,
Of decorating, and uttering proper words;
Thousands and thousands words left unsaid...
The letters disintegrated,
Fall apart and smashed,
On the rocks of courtesy and manners;
Besieged by the rules of linguistics and grammars.
In the maze of our robotic words,
Of a life whose bunch of
Melt on the tongue of fear.
Regressed and suffocated,
The words degenerated,
No music...no tunes...
No meaning...no foregrounding...
No feelings reflected...
No heartfelt desires recuperated...
From the hyphenation
Loudly speak the words!
Dumbing the waves of the other side ocean.
The armless ship,
Reaches no shore; but that of raveled passions;
Lamenting 'I love you, '
That hide behind the tongue;
Provoking 'I need you, '
That fade away in an evanesced hug.
Struggling the yawns of drowsiness.
The pillow embraces the fugitive destination,
Where the cloud of the unsaid words
Rains...and shots a glance of life...
In a dream...
And the long awaited fingers caressing thy curly hair...
In a dream...
Infinity of words speak out the loquacious heart
In a dream
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