Been long since I read your poems <br />Afraid to be smitten by the lines of reality <br />And the cringing silence that would wrap me up <br />Deporting me to a world of enmeshed misery. <br /> <br />Tell me, why conscience speaks <br />Rouse one from a world of stillness <br />And enchain by its web of grinding truth <br />Preventing one to be a comedian of error. <br /> <br />Do you, too, wrangle with scruples <br />Whisperer of wisdom, killer of the innocence. <br />Does he instill the will to carry on or the reason to die <br />Or, does he stop you from being you? <br /> <br />Guess the answer is in the lines of your poems <br />Shall haunt me like the ghost of memory if I read <br />And shall shadow my living, maculating my existence. <br />I shall never read your words of promises. <br /> <br />Shall open the pages of the poems, instead <br />Allow the words to take wings. <br />And if ever they conjoin to form notes <br />Singing ceaselessly tales of our lives <br />Then I shall know the meaning of the unread lines.<br /><br />Homen Thangjam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unread-lines/
