Dial M for...

Back to poetry after a long time...a very long time! Something I penned on a turbulent flight back home...

Dial M for…

Hey there! Its been a while…I know.

You feel alone, so do I…is that so?

I hope another has not fallen for you…

For you I yearn to yield, Oh! Drifted soul.

Forgot to pay my respects, my dues

Did not count your gifts and blessings

Ingrate, cheap, debtor I am for sure.

Do I bow to you in shame, just to lure?

Do I strip to my bones and bleed dry?

Shall I choke the air, swallow the venom?

Must I dust my memories, rust in time?

Script my penance…dictate my role

Direct my moves…sing my songs

Echo my screams…fill my embrace

Will you smile to right the wrongs?

I beg to you for I am wordless

Short of fire to kill the fuse

Dwindled in reason but miss my rhyme

This is a call to you...dear Miss muse of mine!

Vasanth Kumar J

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