Poetry

My Innermost Voice

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Intoxicated by her mystic eyes
words I held back for eons surged
and the emotional deluge basked the moment
captivating us in a magical spell

My heart was split wide open
bleeding her name,
desires burning in flames
and the most intricate hushed yearnings
came rushing out
longing to hold her in my breath,

And my trembling hands
embraced her face
and our vicious lips
got fused and entwined

With surprise laced visage
and raised heartbeat
she questioned through her eyes
and I whispered gently in her ears

“You may call it my stupor’s fault but for once my subconscious mind is voicing my heart’s words”

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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