Of Papers..

A Parted,

Part Of,

Me..

Wet,

eyes I,

seek with..

Faint,

smile on,

I have,

As I see,

names engraved..

In books,

that,

the world,

reads.. 

--

My Peace..

When,

It Was,

Our Last.. 

In Silence,

I search..

For words..

From..

That Day,

Till today..

Will it be,

A,

Forever, nobody..

knows…

In dreams,

I ask.. 

In them,

I hear..

In distance,

I search..

For joy..

In pages,

And abstracts,

I look for,

my peace..

--

Yet Again..

Cannot..

explain,

the happiness,

inside..

Many,

more,

will come..

like this one..

In silence,

I pray..

Even if,

In absence,

I stay..

--

Annihilated, Slowly..

If He,

existed..

Word,

would have

reached..

That,

Absence is,

agonizing..

That,

Silence is,

unforgiving..

--

Excerpt : Lost In The Words..

Was reading,

through,

words said,

lived..

Stopped,

when this,

came by and,

eyes turned moist..

like always..

"So much to write.. and with just so much to share...

I stared at the paper.. but there was nothing there...
Didn't need to see it written when I felt it inside...
You just can't force it out.. but I sure as hell tried..."

--

Somewhere..

Sometimes,

short of words..

are we for long..

Sometimes,

the imagination,

takes upon reality..

Words,

unfathomable..

feelings,

unexplainable.. 

Sometimes,

I'm here.. 

but somewhere.. 

is everything else..

That advise,

to reality,

is no more,

nowhere.. 

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