Jul 2017
Maybe a desire suppressed in grime
Who else will knock the door this time...
Whenever there is a break in silence
Sadness creeps in the ambience...
A weak moment resurfaced in the heart
Ripping the fogged memories apart...
Eyes searching for unknown existence
Emptiness knocks the doors in silence...
Mindful awareness reminds their absence
Maybe someone still pines at a distance...
Who else will knock the door this time...
Whenever there is a break in silence
Sadness creeps in the ambience...
A weak moment resurfaced in the heart
Ripping the fogged memories apart...
Eyes searching for unknown existence
Emptiness knocks the doors in silence...
Mindful awareness reminds their absence
Maybe someone still pines at a distance...
Someone is alone,
But memories not yet gone.
A faint knock on the door alerts and a feeble hope revisits.
It is accepted that it's over, somewhere inside a desire sits.
Maybe it is reciprocating, telepathic, soul communication.
The beloved is also pining in isolation.
But memories not yet gone.
A faint knock on the door alerts and a feeble hope revisits.
It is accepted that it's over, somewhere inside a desire sits.
Maybe it is reciprocating, telepathic, soul communication.
The beloved is also pining in isolation.
