I've never known the reason
Why you have gone away...

I hounded him like a hungry wolf,
Dragged him by feet, then struck him down...

If the Bard had lived in this age
To witness how his works are read...

I watch the horizon ahead
Disappear with the setting sun...

The bright crimson rose
Bloomed fully well in the season...

The silence we so often contributed to
Spoke so much our words couldn't...

I look up at the starry sky
And wonder if you do the same...

She lives as if in a cocoon
Weaving her tales at every nook and corner...

No mind had ever envisaged
All that has befallen us...

You entered my body
And reached for the heart...

SILENCE.... is an uneasy, dead noise.
A voice wanting to be heard...

In pensive mood, I often feel
This world was never designed for me...