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