Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Closed Door

 I wonder,
My fascination for the closed door,
I could feel the tremor,
I could see it quiver,
I could realize its shudder,
The vibration is intense ,
Making me stammer,
Staggering steps of mine ,
Are  puzzled and surprised,
Behind the curtains, the light
From the luminous  bulb  blinks,
At times bright ,at time dark,
I  move here and there to get torch light,
 My firm hands shiver to touch bright,
Thousand thoughts trigger to my mind,
Thousand times I want to rewind,
But the marks and loud voice coming from the door,
Frightens me.

1 comment:

  1. abuse is a scary subject well bridged by your words.

    such things make us shrink inwardly; in order to escape the pain, whether they be mental, emotional, or physical.