Pebbles

POETRY by Prof.Jayanthi Rathinavelu.
Pebbles..

Darkness pulling me ...
Its the black river Lethe
Mesmerize the memories to death
Running into the whirls...
To interchange the intricacies
In the crux of conflicts...
Its nothing but saturated suffocation
In the other word its the predominant preoccupation
Flow of thoughts is not recognized
Strange is the space to settle...
Since tossed to the unknown land
With the anguished eyes inside
Doubling my tongue to voice my choice
Spinning spheres around insists
Splashing sound of glass...
The blue bottle of dreams is broken..
Now the debris in different shape
Mumbling images smiled in regrets!
A gulp of water into the throat is
Drowning all these into bloat...
I feel the reality
Hiding daggers in different zones..
Unveil the latent senses..
Numb ball blocked now and then
Conjecture of fear is right.
Boundaries extended...
Compactness of comfort zone is faded..
Blurring the sweet memories....
But the pebbles in beds is still wet in
My stream of consciousness....