Whirlwind of Whispers
Whirlwind of Whispers Volatile and capricious Sometimes extremely vicious Words aren’t enough to describe them Because they are unusual gems As silent as whispers At times, my heart skips a beat every second At times, it's unable to reckon At times, they cross over the line, Overpower me so much That I feel I've broken my spine. As it does its work as softly as whispers I feel trapped in a cage Confined in a wrapper of rage Which steals my ability to gauge It is immortal Enlivening and uniting the mortal Imagine the one in me squealing Yes, the unusual gem is my feeling Just like blisters and twisters It is truly a whirlwind of whispers - By Kavya Mehta