FEVER


Fever,
When my lazy fingers
Sleep beside my thoughts

Fever,
When my barely open eyes
Fail to read more than a word

Fever,
When my curtains stay
Punctuated in a chronological order

Fever,
When my room looks
Dazed by numbness

Fever,
When my broken voice
Speaks to narrate my inertia

Fever, 
When a nauseating pain overflows
Defeating my conscious urge

Fever,
When sleep comes down too often
Slowly building me for tomorrow

To my yesters!

Silences that sneak
Days that have turned bleak
Silences that had word
Moments I can no longer afford
Silences that stormed
Replaced and profundity formed
Silences I craved
Couldn’t keep me enslaved
Silences I saw
Left me in a flaw
Silences that broke
Ruptured in a stroke
Silences those were freed
Ushered a novel breed

Now,
Silences are sounds
Mellowed by the bounds
Silences drain
Where I leave my ropes of refrain
Silences that voice
Pondering to make a choice
Silences are nights
Where I await for fights
Silences jive
Brought me back to life
Silences are sentences
Creating-breaking your defences
Silence is me
Where you set me free
Silences are us
Beyond our earthy hour