Run out

Run out of words
Run out of fuel
Run out of poems
Run out of duels

Got no combustion
No new expressions
Nowhere to run
Yet run out of town with
Heart aches to burn.

The race has outrun me
The world has left me behind
I am on the blind track
Time curves back on its spine.

My diary said leave it
Blank pages will be fine
When you're done with your mind
You have to run out of lines...

There's a new year looming
And it looks good so far
The sky beams its black face
Dull Moon  and star blinding
Loneliness.

While the dumb universe
Loves kissing its ghosts
Its dumbstruck creatures
Keeps refining new measures
Of loss.

I am sharp out of blue skies
And fresh empty breath
The tingle of too many failures,
My crowning wreath

I am tingling with  tattoos
Freshly etched on my skin
Surface to grave mark the taboos
And drown within.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015