Unsung verses

There is nothing I can sayI talk to my pillow,About lost days where The grass was greener And the sun looked cooler. I have this meagre words,Clenched tightly in my hands,I speak rusted speech Unvarnished with amalgam(y). Lies kill me everyday, But I breathe— disappearing. There is this girl too waiting, I see her apparitionContinue reading “Unsung verses”