Friday, April 10, 2020

A Hay(na)ku

A
Peculiar face
Staring at me

I
Acutely afraid
Shut my eyes

Heartbeats
Get intense
I feel stroke

Headache
Is blocking
Clarity of thoughts

Trapped
No escape
I approach fate

Boom!
I felt
My veins blasting

Opening
My eye
I slightly peek

Face
Still there
Smell my fear

Shit!
His hands
Encircle my throat

I
Scream loud
But no sound

Sweat—
The temperature
Is getting hot

Fear
Is making
My blood cold

God!
Dear lord!
Please! I pray

But
Death instead
Heard my say

My
Soul may
Now depart anytime

My
Whole body
Is going numb

Splash!
Get up!
Adjured my mum.

5 comments:

  1. You took me into the situation..great!

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  2. I once dreamed i was a skeleton, everything i touched hurt till bones. No flesh and every touch was a stone.













    Then i woke up realized i slept too long without changing side.

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    1. That is such a fine stony imagination. I wonder how you touch like stone, feel like stone, and think like stoned.

      Talking of skeletons, I guess you'd like to read this poem too — https://gemtitiksha.blogspot.com/2020/04/hancuffed.html

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    2. https://gemtitiksha.blogspot.com/2020/04/hancuffed.html

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