paper decays with time

Faint movements of awkward silence

Speaking to me in every way it can

I turn around to see .

There’s no one around

Someone’s mark is still left in my head

I m talking to myself

I tried not to

Maybe failure has made me a creator

I moved and perched by my window grill

I can hear the sweet chippings of birds

I can feel the sweet rumination of breeze

As if it carried a sweet fragrance of urs

I know no one was there

Im alone, far away from home

But im okay

I will find a way to rid myself away from this abnormality

I pen down with honesty

Feelings are pouring just out of me

Im re reading what i wrote..i feel lost

What is holding me back to write

My pen slipped by my hand thinking a lot

This silence is disturbing me now

Still a face hangs in the wall of my heart

Nailed deep

Oozes of pain seems to stain it now..

but im okay

am in comfort and can write