I’m at a complete loss of
words
tongue-tied
unable to speak
as if I born into a foreign land
with no way to converse
I’m at a complete loss for words
with my mind unable to grasp
anything
can take a handle
at the verity of things
being uttered
My words are being twisted
misconstrued and remolded to
take a new shape and form
falling off the tip of my tongue
but unable to be reborn
My mind
a cauldron of
my thoughts and desires
where all the syllables
are simmering
on the fire
Yet here I’m
in a prison
of my own making
locked inside the cage
gulping and choking
These vivid dreams of my ashen mind
are getting born and dying
an untimely death
my inundate tales
of pain and love
are being long
forgotten
As I’m trying to give shelter
to these unborn voices
conjure up in my thoughts
to make them pure
I’m fighting
until the end
to be heard
screaming
and skinned alive
to create a stir
scraping and
clutching the insides
of my throat
to be heard
Little did I know I’m born
in a land of living dead.
This post is in response to the daily prompt
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I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts.
I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones.
I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly.
Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation.
Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.
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Great use of teh prompt, love the line “…trying to give shelter to these unborn voices …”
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Thanks so much Paul.
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Whoa… last stanza, really packs a punch to the soft belly!
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Thanks Diana.A feeling known to me when I am unable to express myself
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Must be a rare event! 😊💟
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Hehe I know what you mean
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👋😊💟
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Always interesting and well written!!!!! 🙂
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Thanks Patty.I guess we all get tongue tied one or the other time in our lives
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nice one….though the title would have been different….isn’t it….?
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Hmm…what do you suggest?
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oh…..its a wordless world…..isn’t it….?
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Yes that’s why I’m tongue tied.haha
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Hmmm….may be beneficial to some…..lol….
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Freeing from one’s cage is usually the most difficult part. Beautifully penned
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Thanks Shantanu
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This post is in response to daily prompt Grasp
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And through your beautiful words the universe will hear you. Brilliant is the word
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Thanks Shantanu.You really make my day with such beautiful comments.
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You writing does the talk – we all are mere medium.
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Thanks so sweet of you to say.
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You write so well.. Keep going… Need your help.. Plz follow my blog too
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Thanks Gauri.I’ll chekout your blog too.Thanks for reading.
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Yupp i ll be glad if you ll follow my blog
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