MY URGE~by Lopamudra Mishra

 

 

MY URGE

The inner urge at times gives a sound,
Why I am so bound?
The social ties hold me in its grip, that’s make me shroud,
Cloud‘s touch deep in my thoughts, so my wandering mind grouch,
Time rushes in it’s streamline, myself centred in same timeline,

The inactive volcano a t times sparks ,mind tremulous with its impact ,Identity is now the question mark?
Lips silent, eyes burns, ears warm in its impact,
Dozed a bit with the crumbling state,
I am hesitant, Then
Your arrival to clean my dark cloud leads to bright in display,
The words of yours, shakes my chest, Years of accumulations demands a change,
I started dreaming with new faith,
Ready to crack the nut from its cleavage,
Dreams buried in corner desires to creep out,
Your ‘s knock opened my door,
I am thankful for your usurps role,
Now I urge to stretch my hands to touch the blue cloud.
To colour my world with paints and hues.