The invisible truth and
The voiceless words
Both are pertinent …still today
There was no escape route
Nor there will be one any day
Still I’m with your memories
Maybe not so memorable
Like the penned down words
Of the love poems
Or like the melancholic lovers
With the old photographs
Torn, yet not faded out completely
Mine was not so with you
Maybe I was always a stranger
Like the travelers
With some seat adjustment
In a long journey
Through the foreign lands…
Only the words and the untold truths
Invisible pains and the lost dreams
Buried within forlorn hopes…
August The 31st’ 2018
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Author:
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- Category: Reflection
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