Blackout Days: Poem by Preetha VR

Slung to the wind
Like a feather, that
Oozed up the fluffy clouds
Wish I were resilient but had a
Blackout, wrench off acquire frolic,
Chock-full vigour and bristle

Shielded my arms and limbs
All were cajoled and flattered
Stood deep into the dark
Could hear the snorts.
I wound up my paintings
Sheltered in and tore it down

Floppy topped with
Filthy water,
Slowly faded from the life held
Run out from the corpses
Gone away from the horde
Agony harsh though
Leaps to the pinnacle bud

I surrender to thee
Everything emerges out
Tactic planted disallows
Feel the aloofness in my fingers

Sunrays spread all my tissues
That thinning out into my cells
And breed the warmness.
Soundless rhythm, cadence, and harmony
Slowly fluttered my wings,
To wake up snoozing into milkweed.

Preetha VR