Mystical Words

My poetry is dissolved

By my misery  

Finally my traumatic soul 

Consumed my words 

I am blank 

Bearing unspoken words inside. 

Oh! What an irony

My poetry seems to fade 

While the desire to write remains 

What shall I do to renew? 

When will the restlessness release from my soul 

And when shall I be free? 

My blood gushes with restlessness 

My mind and heart throbs in pain

Hard it is for me to shut my eyes 

My lips are sealed and I try to soothe myself.

For some time I succeed, 

Sometimes I do fail, 

My misery finds its way in words 

But when will it end again?