Whistling wind, moistureless, leafless;
The prickly sun and a clear sky
A queer silence that speaks-
Of legends, of lores, of the days gone by.
In the middle of nowhere
Stranded or secluded? know none
Stand ruins of ambition, vigor and lucre
Left to decay, left to be done.
Voiceless storytellers waiting to be discovered
Gaiety or melancholy? Know none.
And just like human life
Once thrived, now gone.
Where whispers end up echoing,
And curiosity is teased ;
Where abandonment sparks a conversation
And fallen walls talk of wealth,
Lies buried a glorious past
Tranquility in the loneliness,
Retains the forgotten charm.