Silent Echoes

It was a night
like any other night.
The concrete road
turned black
Firefly lights
held by upright posts
illuminating little corners
with flaming apathy.

I stood outside
my dusty terrace
in awe and
in dismay
for this was a night
like any other night.

The crackles of modernity
is few now
than in morning,
but you still do not hear
nature's passion--
not anymore.

From the ear of my mind,
I hear the muted beating
of my heart.
Like patterned thuds
of drums by the fingers
of desire.

As i was about
to go back inside my room
to sulk in learned helplessness,
upon my fourth trudge,
i saw the sky
begotten a broken smile.

The moon in a queer smile,
scintillating in hopefulness
waiting for the day
that it'll meet
its source of light.

I hear the muted beating
of my heart,
the silenced moans and
untrickled tears
hidden just inches beneath
the hoping of tomorrow--
A tomorrow with you..

Then i will myself
to sleep.


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