There are questions 
That get spiraled inside my mind
Like trapped in the eye of a tornado; 
Reckless.
There are questions 
That squeeze my heart hard,
Enough to make me feel strangled; 
Breathless.
And without ever sprouting out in words
Still they remain twisted, sealed; 
Helpless.
There are feelings
That keep boiling through my veins,
Like lava
To be exploded out of a volcano; 
Merciless.
There are feelings
That take every single bit of my strength
To contain
Like a hurricane
Inside the freezing soul; 
Speechless. 
And there is the love
That keeps my questions unearthed,
And twisted
In exchange for a soul; 
Roasted. 
And there is the love
That let my lava feelings 
Fly unshackled and boundless
With all those untold questions;
With all those frozen sighs
To drizzle down the drops of pain
In the monsoon rain….
© Atique R. 

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