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

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