Descending one step after the other
Flipping through the detached strings on words
Oozing through the tips,
owning the very essence of the scribbles
That entangled void,
funneling out like a cascade
No critique, no obligation, no valor
hinders the omnious downpour
be it of gold or blood
The hands dance
with the grace of the divine feminine
Music resonates to the ballad on loop
with mind to manoeuvre each
beat, brake and skip.
Yer the lyricist keeps intact the pure
ryhthmes of the thumping as the heart
Energy seeps out, with each sweep of ink
The void is now unbroken with
thoughts that riddled
my conscience, my existence, my emotions
It's brimming all over the blanks
not with tears
but suppressed desires
To breathe in the air
where wings are spread wide apart
losing the poker face and constricted heart
Pen slips from my hand, eyes flutter to close
And I sore, air rustling my hair
© Vashitvaa