Soliloquy of Beats

Soliloquy of darkness seeking a stage

Silence of silent of the moment

Looking for the audience.

Chasm of night humming like crickets

Dejected lorn soul tapping on nerve

Finding the perfect one to ooze out.

Existence of existent of statuette

Made from beats of heart looking into

This darkness of the nightblank.

Shabby mossed corner of conscious

Cornered thinking over live and leave.


Faint

By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: