Poetries

I trode on as the night wore on, Memories swinging in my head,The times we spent and the things we shared,All gone like sand moving away in the air…The darkness was engulfing, but still welcoming,Keeping me company as I trode wearily,For now, there is none but me,Gliding wearily through glooms of misery.The best and worst…

The soul turns weary Inside, it gazes now OutsideDeep Inside, you feel the feeling of not being felt OutsideInside turns void, waiting to be fulfilled by OutsideUnseen Inside, you crave the countless gazes on Outside Outside precedes my steps, Inside trails behindBoth not accompanying in my walk of lonelinessInadequate Inside slowly melts in absence of…