It been a while
Since I wrote something,
A rather longer while
Since I said something.
...
I beg in the lanes
Of my lonely past,
The sparks I lost
In the rising dusk.
...
Words From My Pen
It been a while
Since I wrote something,
A rather longer while
Since I said something.
But my mind still seems to borrow
The thought from the underneath,
Of the world blackened by the rust
Of time.
This seems to be one of my
Spontaneous outflows of the emotions,
Camouflaged in the monotony of
A dead life,
A driving soul of this barren man.
This I find
The only way out of this misery.