Poetry

I will ask you no more. 
An answer settles the question. 
Let myriad questions remain in air. 
Thirst is larger than the river. 
 
Silence! Ghosts are walking. 
You can hear footfalls of time, 
past is peeping from the windows. 
 
Dyslexic kids are not able to decipher, 
the code of gifts, the sweet tongue. 
Powerless hands are tied behind the back 
and neck is broken with precision. 
 
The rape of fragrance, 
petals are curling up to storm, 
flying homeless in sky without speech, 
ceaselessly searching instead–ness. 
 
Half-burnt bodies for feast, roasted dreams 
for taste. 
But for fire, a single tear drop 
frozen on the cheeks of mercy.