Inquietus
The departing sun,
like an epiphany,
fades away leaving its traces,
on this silent evening when even the porch swing doesn't creak.
With a sigh that leaves the lips,
are the questions of
what should I do
and who should I be.
Realisations are too loud,
Silences are burdensome,
on this sombre evening when even the porch swing doesn't creak.
© पारोमिता
like an epiphany,
fades away leaving its traces,
on this silent evening when even the porch swing doesn't creak.
With a sigh that leaves the lips,
are the questions of
what should I do
and who should I be.
Realisations are too loud,
Silences are burdensome,
on this sombre evening when even the porch swing doesn't creak.
© पारोमिता