The Spilling Poetry

The words that spill out of passion,
Upon every page of a thirsting heart,
The words that flow out of a surging sea,
As the dam broke in a heart's earnest calling,
And the emotions make their rapid release,
On every paper that binds a life, piece by piece.
The passion that spills with a dying thirst,
Arising out of years untold,
Through memories held in the shells
Along the sandy shores.
The sea that once heard a distant agony,
Swelling in the whites of foam,
Faraway from the rush, far away from the din,
Amidst the bosom of nature,
Where the sky meets the earth.

Feelings that swell like a boundless sea,
Live locked inside for years so long,
Until a day comes in mute agony.
When sobs a story, immersed in tragedy,
And you rise to write your pent-up emotions,
Striking along the desolate shores,
Longing to have a breath of life.
Such is the untold agony, that rises
From a humming sea, spilling the words
Held as pearls stored in the deep sea of heart.
Feelings that were sunshine,
Feelings that were rain,
All burst in the torrents of pain,
As they longed to be the spilling poetry.
The words that eased the pain through pen,
The verses that released the inside slain,
The ink that spilled to shower the rain,
On every page to break the chain.
As they rose to be a poem to spill in the memory lane.

....Jayita Bhattacharjee