Not that am cryingA Poem by Mustafa MerchantBroken silence
The silence on my lips,
Break into words that slips. Your name swiftly makes its way. Yet again on my tongue as I say. Your mention went on for a lil long. May be not as long as deep it was. The feelings started to felt so strong. Like a turbulent wave it rose. My brain does not stop generating your thoughts My heart does not stop churning your feel. My veins does not stop feeding you in it. My primitive wounds re open to unheal. Shelling tears roll down the frozen face Not that I am crying. Disobedient to my un absorbent eyes. But definitely not that I am crying. Leaking eye lashes, I keep wiping not that am crying. My choking throat ,Gulps in melancholy. But absolute not that am crying. The twitching pain in the chest, Nonchalantly escalates the sensation. Sentiments are high on painful fest. Relentlessly in Pursuit for redemption. The fluid flows effortlessly by default Not that am crying. Absurdly trying to camouflage the liquid salt. But decisively I am not crying. Just like the person can yet cry, Without the tears left unshed. I choose not to cry, regardless these sliding streaks of moisture are bled. So bleeding out agony in tears. Not that am crying. Not even slightest efforts to sob. Most assuredly I am not even trying. © 2018 Mustafa MerchantReviews
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