the silent prayers
that God will never hear...
You still linger,
Right between the shadows of the folding moon...
Its too late,
You cannot hear again...
(it is 2 am.
who is in your thoughts...
I came across a field of unfamiliar flowers
their scent carried a spice...
It was an October evening when
the muddy waters of our pond dried up...
Oh you were big!
A head the size of a mack truck...
Do you even know what it feels like
To be surrounded by people...
Solitude has never been more uproarious
A constant chaos of this and that… never-ending...
Sometimes-
I imagine...
So many mornings-
depression cracked...
Such a gloomy place
Rubbles are scattered everywhere...