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Grey.

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Crowned Poem, English Poetry, Uncategorized

Condensation inside, rain outside,
The window need not function.
It is just as grey and damp
As everything everywhere.

Out there is no view, no path,
Through the dull lid that sits
On a world. Cold humidity,
Lungs gasping on wet air.

Every millibar of pressure felt.
Each square millimetre of skin
Constricted, weighed upon.
Caught up in a dank snare.

Sinking in a mist of silence.
Something has vacated my head.
There are no echoes, no harmonics.
Nerves subside and idle there.

Murk within. Condensation?
No thought is precipitated.
It is all grey and grey and grey.
Nothing sparks in here.

5 Comments

  1. Vishvnand says:

    Extremely beautiful this poem “Grey”
    Reading it I am in dismay
    Feelings in poem have seeped deep within
    The poetic description so enticing and serene
    Hearty Kudos
    5 stars

  2. P4PoetryP4Praveen says:

    I’m agree with Vishvnand dada… 🙂

    Everything is grey there but something sparks in here…

    Congrats!!

    and (5*****) for you… 🙂

  3. rajiv srivastava says:

    beautifully written —great! congrats

  4. parminder says:

    Beautiful! The words really seep through to your heart. The emptiness within shines through. Lovely!

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