I see a reflection, clear and silver white like Moon, moving but slow.
The reflection contains uncertain imaginations,
the crazy footsteps of callousness of yesteryear’s,
I hear the faint sounds of falling leaves and the unending silence of my surroundings.
Where are the phrases of love that came involuntarily once upon a time!
Repeating in my ears about the eternity of emotions and gratitudes of compassion?
Instead there is still a silence uncanny questioning why I melted so often.
Love is a shadow, stops when eyes define the boundaries,
a wall of hopes and aspirations, constricted in the vagaries of living.
I hold the doused flames of love in my betrayed hands and
smile at the transparent pains that cling to me to take forward.