‘Bad to worse’ you said.
I fail to respond,I have no answer,
Silence has its own way to start conversation.
Words run in fear, letters in rage and despair,
Inked these facts on a torn page of the diary
Rough winds shake the windows, shake the trees.
Like a bird, you have to reach your goal
All that is lovely, all that is wonderful
We can only wander,debate on false and true love,
A flower blossoms…A leaf is born somewhere,
For you have lived through your dreams and desire.
A little wavy, the shadow on your changing face.
You come again after a long time and said
‘Things are not bad as they seem to be’.
I am all ears…I am able to listen.
Silence has its own way to end conversation.
Our shining eyes bare it all.