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!
