Riding through a melancholy of silence in search of peace
Are you even moving or it's the ground swaying under your feet?Seeking a halt at my destination in this vague round journey of world
Are you even living or your memories replaying?Craving for the enchanting aura amidst this dark dense night sky
Expecting a glance of the moon or strands of the moonlight?
Awaiting the reflection of the gazer from the oblivious side!
YOU ARE READING
Inked Emotions
PoetryEverytime my feeling bleeds I store it in some cluster of words! This book is a collection of unspoken words!