They are restless, simmering, bubbling, they will come

They are forgotten, buried, snowed under, they will breach the surface , they will come

They are prisoners of time, daily rigours and chores, but they will come

They are burdened with doubt and fear and restraint, the shackles will fall, they will come

Amidst the noise, the chaos, the walls closing in, a tiny clear voice will emerge, they will come

Like the torrential rain, like a searing unstoppable pain

Like a dead even bloody bout where there’s no loss or gain

In an impenetrable wordless darkness where not one shard of light can prick through

My resilient nameless army of words will march, they will come.

  1. December 10, 2016 - Reply

    I loved it, very beautiful .

    • December 10, 2016 - Reply


      Thank you so much Veena:-)

  2. July 15, 2017 - Reply

    Thanks for posting this. I’ve been checking out your blog for
    some time and it constantly brings me back! I’m a long time viewer, however
    I’ve never been compelled to leave a comment before. Thanks for
    the cool update.

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