Wednesday, August 19, 2020


 Her tired spirit 

Found it in his words 

Her Frail heart 

Found it in the heartbeat of  his words 

Her restless soul

Found it in the rested sentences 

Uttered soulfully by his soul

Where thou then do you seek solace ?

You Gentling !

She laughed and said 

Now I find it in my words 

Between the crispiness of  


The fragrance of the bygone 

Now they found Solace in my utterance

Your Solace ohhh Shireen!

Shall be remembered long 

After you are gone

Your Solace Eternal 

In the confines of the parchment!

No comments:

Post a Comment

August Goals

 Hi Dear August! The month of monsoon. Each morning you pour your heart out! Is it a sign for us to do the same? Unleash and empty ourselves...