Whispers

How she hated them…
those whispers
they came in
all shapes…sizes
And colors…
Just like seasons

And not to forget their smells…
Of cigarettes…
…stale alcohol
And virtuous lies.


Once when Geometry
Was alien to her
She believed
Whispers were shapeless
Like the fragrance
Of wet Earth
Or the touch
Of a dew kissed leaf.

No
Not anymore
She desperately
Needed shape these days

Maybe of fire
Or a distant star
Or just simply
A circular blazing Sun

Whispers won’t be as bad then
At least she would be able to catch them
And hold them..

…On her raw bleeding fingers …

MoonLi
Nice work, Sri :-))

Simply Bono Razek
an excellent write..so enjoyed !

magnolia
Ah yes the whispers...fantastic write here Sri. You excel...Maggie

Munia Khan
You never fail to uplift our hearts with your heavenly work Sri.Simply divine as always!

Munia Khan
You never fail to uplift our hearts with your heavenly work Sri.Simply divine as always!

heather wilkins
whispers who cares. nice read. Sri.

JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Great imagery from a great poet

Chaos1214
Affecting! Don't sweat the whisperers. The best/worst thing that could happen to them is to leave them just as they are, empty and invalid.

nimal dunuhinga
Even a dumb hear your whispers and a blind could see?

Ata
just perfect ,tfs

Lynda Robson
Excellent write Sri

Karin Anderson
Amazing poetry Sridevi with imagery to catch for Sridevi~

Gita Ashok
"Maybe of fire Or a distant star Or just simply A circular blazing Sun" This is a resplendent write on a unique theme.

Don
Your words give voice to those who seem to be unable to speak. Keep writing. Thank you, Sridevi.

Nikunj
emotions wearing garb of shapes and sizes ...very well written ...

cyclopseven
nice read.

Meggie Gultiano
i love this

Sandra Martyres
A touching write Sri