Exam
white paper
Inkless pen
The clock on the wall
Strikes in the heart
Brain goes blank
Eyes lose sight
walls of blank…
Built up
White ideas hover
Over on
The white walls
Reason by the blank brain
See by the blank eyes
Written…
On the white paper
With inkless pen
Leaving the room
Bashed like Dickinson’s bird
Scars and fears roam
Past ghosts daunt the present
The past’s doors wide open
Wornout dreams fall apart
Past and present
Wear the same dress
Now and then change place
Exchange roles
Play an amorphous tone
On the cords of my heart
On the strings of my nerves
While…
Future chuckles and shuts its door.
S.C.P.B
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So-called Poetry of Biba 