Stiff Words

When the words are stiff, they feel discomforted by the offered space

Missing nostalgia, also devoid of sentiments that wait outside forever

Yearnings on their faces; the sighs mist the window, obscuring the weather

Even the lucid understanding transforms into a cloudy apparition of thoughts

Unnecessary gossips act like a sharp scissor eager to shred the feelings

A stillness of life, wary of any more persistent discomfort of sharp pain

Jittery fingers flick away the stiff words like a game of  frivolous nature

Oh, the distracted life cannot gather any more emotions which wandered away

~Amitav