Be it the overflow of words,
that gets me tongue-tied when the heart isn't at peace,
the sea of thoughts that hits me in waves,
making sure I don't sink down all at once,
a lush bouquet of flowers to soothe the aching senses my soul houses,
the sound of thin air,  rushing past my ears,
as if to pass on some treasured message to somebody afar by ages.
Afar by ages?
How do I deal with the ache in my heart as I voice out the phrase? - "afar by ages"!

Tell me in sonnets, verses, mere cues or gestures,

How am I to barge off the blood that keeps flowing out,

as if ink from a pen,

from the withered flowers that line my heart :(