Words convulse
emotions digress,
we are at loss, as
how far to progress--
at times it feels like
stopping here
at times meandering ways,
at times it's ponderous,
at times idioms fail.
A poem delves deep enough,
the only medium I relate
I never know its origin
and where it escapes--
in a trance or in senses
in real or in fiction,
truth or the facade
it takes me to realms
of dreamlike imagination,
a source of seamless digression.
Into the recess, out of the closet
it seems at times
to play in the midst:
a deliverance of emotions,
a repertoire of memories,
spilling in excess.
has always been a Saviour
in the weather of Life
when all appear
meaningless and dry...
By Nandini Sengupta
@metaphors_of_life