WORDS

words pile up

stale flowers, that have turned to stone

mad desire on an old man's face

mad whispers of falling fountain

untamed passion

owl's laughter echoing in an empty room

the flowers lay crushed at her feet

passions were tears

dripped like warm blood

lost in your shadow.................

at the distance, lilac in the loneliness

haunted moon lay wounded

swirling amidst the ruins of words...

ASOKE KUMAR MITRA -India-