Half a year I couldn’t talk to you…
To anyone.
I dread a conversation now that I can.
I got no answer for how I am
Or have been all this while.
I am reduced to be a memory
No one knows I still exist
I have no words anymore
I falter at your questions
Grope around to find words
But all is dark and I find none
I run away!
A moonless night
A curfew
A fresh fear
All is still and my room is lit
By the light across the street
Everything else, dark
No sound penetrates the silence tonight
No soundtracks in a groom’s caravan
No dogs howling…
The city is locked down
Again.
I look at the dark sky, wondering over my plans
And now, silently,
Awaiting my destiny to unfold.
I sit on a glass table
some coffee, music
Plethora of thoughts,
a hurricane
I sit, with a pen, open
ready to pen down
a story, a poem, or…
some kind of solace
All I could see, in front –
a blank sheet stained with tears!
Inklings From The Dark 