SCRIBBLED NOTE(Prose Poem)

Induction of thoughts in the benthic

Pursuit of emancipation, notes scribbled

hid in a woven nest, misted with Arabian perfume.

Virile, the barometer of self satisfaction.

Dusted, I took out the fresh page of my torn book.

Pristine, bruised I smelt it, on turning further

Staggered a little, to espy the still anew faded white

pages of my adulthood. Unsure what to add, I grabbed my pen.

With the blue ink, I scribbled again. Yet another page,

Shaded, but afresh!

Published by rekhashivam

Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.

3 thoughts on “SCRIBBLED NOTE(Prose Poem)

  1. Off the brain of her/poet/poetic words drips a A precious piece off her mind falling off her heart into her soul the jewels of innovative meanings that make love to the other body caught up in the fires of desire fulfilling her womanhood.

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