Unsaid

This one is inspired by a sketch due to my friend Adwitee. Link to the sketch can be found below.                                                                   

                                                              
                                                                 Unsaid

                           A sketch has given me access to a young woman’s bedroom;
                           she lies there on the bed, trying to bury herself under pillows --
                           her dress is unorganised, her trimmed hairs are barely able to
                           cover disturbed thought-waves that moisten the air with tears.
                           Cell-phone lying beside is silent though her room reverberates 
                           with an empty feeling of wounded sensuality, pain of young bird
                           being hit by cruel arrow – her unsaid words transcend earthly
                           existence to depict an eternal, eloquent image of woman in love.  





    

                  
                           

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