Tacit talks

You drink through the glasses

Filled with regrets and sorrows;

Laugh it off, raise a toast,

Shamelessly believing your smile hides it all;

But my eyes know no bounds,

They drown in your soul.

Call it an unhealthy peculiarity,

Your eyes can never decieve me;

We may be strangers in words,

But in silence,our conversations wander aimlessly.

When tired of wearing masks,

We befriend in misery;

Our angels might not be aquaintances,

But your demons find a home in me.


Mystery ❤

The way his carefree soul

Couldn’t fly sometimes,

For it felt heavy and empty at the same time;

The way his eyes shined,

But were hollow;

How his lips curved into a

Strained smile.

Never could I understand

His tender gaze,

Or storms that rise in his placid seas;

Maybe, it seems,

As fascinating as they are,

Certain things should be left

As mysteries.