my woe ,~by Akshaya Kumar Das

 

 

my woe ,

when words ditch
there is emptyness around,
I fail in my promises,
my vows of everyday,
for writing something new betrays,
the vaccum that accumulates,
needs an expression,
needs a liberation,
where do I go then,
the betrayal of my pen,
where to confess the pain,
the path where I fell,
gives me a wound,
the blank mind does not breed,
does no cultivate thought,
simply live a life of no purpose,
How can I afford to live ?
such a life of no purpose..

By:Akshaya Kumar Das 19/10/2014 7:23 hrs.