Choked

Words,why don't you come rushing,
Like waves,roaring and crashing?
An ocean of thoughts careless,
Rolling in the bottomless pit,restless.
To the bards,you,the exotic prompter,
Kiss the thoughts awake,from their deathly slumber.
When soft and tender,you're beautiful,
When blunt and bold ,you're all powerful. 
A grovelling weakness seeking your strength,
To break the barriers of silence ,at length.
A crumbling heart,faintly beating,
Gather it in your grace, benignly soothing.
Extreme is the night,far from breaking light,
Lend your enlightened vision to the veiled sight. 
This pain,rising,absorbing,unabating,
Consumed, the soul quietly withering.
The spirit maimed,in snow lain,
Melt it, your warmth, on it generously rain. 
In a wordless hell the lungs gasp,
All that they whisper, is the wheezing rasp. 
Let the morning sky reverberate,
A voice,waiting for Words to celebrate. 
Before the dark swallows the scream silent,
Be kind,the frozen Wonders,rush,
Like a swollen river,in a storm violent.
Let their fantasies talk of their dreams, 
Fluent, like the unobstructed chattering streams.
                                                Chandni.