Night crawls over
And blanketed eyes
Contract events of the past
Moments of the present
Reveries of the future
I orchestrate a drama that nobody runs
The worlds I'm compelled into
Are so often scarily the same
Yet frighteningly different
Volatile shapes mother solid emotions
I am the witness, I am the victim
I am the first and the last to exist
Shadows dissolve to leave echoing words
That escapes to haunt
Leaving silent imprints in the air
Memories of the nonexistent
i must say, u r really very talented. I am suprised 2 c this artistic bent of mind of urs :) Gr8 work aruna :)
ReplyDeleteAww. Thanks Neel. Been a closet writer. Now just casting my 'net'. (pun unintended) Need ur love and support as always :)
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