My ultimate reply was
my silence. There was...
As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...
Half milk water and
half water milk...
Drum-beats were coming
nearer. The lineage is being questioned...
The icon,
is a smoky gem...
How difficult it was to
remain a simple truth...
Sun sinks into ocean,
Rays crash upon the sand...
There was a lapse
before the fall of moon...
When the surveillance increased,
the curtains started...
Grey feels heavy, it's depressing
the air is weighing on my chest...
it is the objective of life
to take everything...
This attitude rattles
me. Silence has...