ANVI TUTEJA, wandering poet, presents: writings on the wall – a broken dreams and tried strings edit:
writings on the wall – a broken dreams and tried strings edit
fallen raindrops and whispered words,
do the fallen raindrops,
make an iridescent glow?
do the words you whispered,
make the winds blow – just a little more?
because i can still hear the musings,
still see the writings on the wall,
those blissful words we felt together,
they come back to me every time,
every single time i close my eyes,
this feels like the room with yellow wallpaper,
and i’m clawing desperately,
trying to break free from these bonds of this mind of mine,
they tell me i’m broken,
they tell me it’s the end,
they tell me fighting’s hopeless,
yet i persist,
i have to,
i can’t stop,
because if i stop,
it might be forever,
i can’t call swan song,
because it might not be true,
all i can do is swear by the writings on the wall,
waiting and wishing for the tried strings and the broken dreams,
to do something, anything, after all this sh*t we went through,
and as i stand in this crumbling room,
the golden hue is dying out,
yet the writing on the wall is unchanged,
like an unheard omen, it beckons me,
listen, it calls,
if you can hear me, it whispers,
do NOT let them know…
ANVI TUTEJA
Thoughts Caught 