Flicker

But you’ve forgotten – art is also

The reflection of depth

Of meaning, of both sides of the stories.

Unsaid

When I tried so hard but couldn’t rhyme
The colour of the sky,
With the calm I felt, and how I swept
And how my smile was wry.

Scattered beads trip feet,
For its so hard to understand
A lone voice with its own story;
Stands meek until it gathers a band.

Did you hear about the one with the gash;

Riding away in an abundance of Flair?

The night in itself was an unsaid violence
The fire turned out to stay aloof.

It isn’t a shiny gem or Something fancy to hold
It’s to hear, to delect- a tale so old

No noise or incessant chatter

Just empty rooms and chippy walls

How quick you are to divulge
Into a stranger’s aura

I knew this is how I will spend my night.
Reading your mesmerizing face

Wrapped in red, clad in gold
And little does she know
Her future has been bought.