Reverberations

The thrills masquerade

Far away,

I shrink in a black hole,

searching?

The charismatic remote leisure,
Strengthning
facing
the deserted truth.
A plunging darkness
bare as death,

and a dot
disperses a line
in a voluminous circle,
folding the fire
a living time.
Images annihilate.
The bodyless prevails.

What was it?
That whispered
Reverberations
in a chilled silence.

From my book 'Ignited Lines'
#canlit #poetry 

Post by Meena Chopra.