When I listen to the song
Sent once by you
I get lost in our story
Story of severance
Which has remained indelible

This silence
Is not a mere coincidence
It has roots deep in our hearts
Just tell me the beginning
Where it all began
Our apologies to ourselves are in vain
When even being there
We can’t help with our silent pain
Was I worthy?
I really don’t know
But what I did?
Was because I loved you like snow
White and beautiful
Which covered your heart
And froze it from me
Froze us from each other
Freezing our voices deep in the well of silence
Winter and we kept hiding from the cold
Watching the accumulating snow
Even forgot to put our footmarks on it
Which way this winter will go?
When will the spring arrive?
For that bird to sing your winter songs
And me searching you in her melody
I would ask that window for your face
For your tears and for you
I will request that bird to find you
To take a drop of tear from your golden eyes
In her beak and bring it to me
And I will keep it in my heart
To share its pain with me



When I am sleeping and awake
Lying just motionless craving for dreams
Eyelids feeling the darkness of the room
Ears listening to the still silence
Mind reaching to get a spot in scenes
Heart as usual with its usual beat
An imagination of knocks on the door
Rush in my blood for this incompleteness
Straining my eyes to fill the void in my sleep
An unusual state encapsulating my mind
How far I have come and how far I have to go?
A mystery of great lengths in both the directions
Amongst it, I there lying in the ambiguity of whether being awake or sleep
The skin of my feet exposed and uncovered of blanket
Feeling the cold of night
Taking the turn to the right
Pulling my feet back in the blanket
Remembering the usual remainders
Soon my sleep will overtake me
Soon my consciousness will abandon
Soon I will be left unaware of me
Remains of me will be just my body
And this one thing in my mind is sneaking all along
Telling me that what you kept feeling till now was life
In both awake and sleep
One question strikes my mind
when you will be in the grave?
How death will feel like?