Again with that hanging face
I went to my roof
It was another lazy day,
Different date, same me & nothing knew.
A lot space in a shelf called 'me'
Where the words lay unmoved
My eternal verses modest in dust.
The voices of my vibrant spirits that ever intertwined,

Some gone red in rust,
Some swam away in blood.
Then used some leftover strength, moved the petrified eyes from the feet
following the wind I looked up

The sky has no sound, but through silence it screamed.
Though I had tongue but I was the one who couldn't speak

I heard whatever the view of natureality said
Clouds on clouds told the...