A cold wind passed,
My expanding thoughts-
Solidifying water
Cracked my skull.
Thorns prick,
Penetrate
Deeper
And deeper.
They crowd
On all sides.
The fire
Sadistic
Licks my flesh.
The waves push me to mock
As I sink slowly.
I struggle to take another breathe,
Can I....
(This poem was written by me many years ago but I recently made some changes to it.)
About Me
- Lahari Chatterji
- I am an Indian, born in 1984.I am a poet and an engineer in the field of IT. My first book of poetry entitled One Hundred Poems has been published by Writers Workshop, a reputed publishing outlet. My other interests include painting, singing, reading, listening to music, making friends and window shopping.
6 comments:
How wonderfully Written!!!
The pain is portrayed with a necessary pinch of harsh reality.
Well Done LAHIRI!!
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It's a good poem not a very happy one though. It is a good idea to change things, I do it all the time with my paintings.
its a very beautiful poem....
Beautiful poem on dying many times each time a different way. Grt very nice....
lovely. :) i especially like how it ends.
Cold and hot, solid and piercing, fire and water in vivid justapositions evoke powerful images.
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