Dried , my ink with the dryness of my heart
bloodless have been my veins
thus the pen moves empty
scribbling lifeless words
meaningless thoughts
swiping away desires ,
eroding emotions
the heart stranded bruised and over bruised
with thousand wounds..
No, blood can’t be infused back
I run incessantly with blemishes
Life screams
soul weeps..
soumyav 
very good my dear! 🙂
Thank you dear GYs, good to see you after long
I am just amazed and mute at such power packed words stirring emotions, Soumya:)
Thanks a lot Vishal, You are too kind