Crafting Pain

Enough to be loved,

Enough to be hated.

Can't hear the sound of falling words,

A nimble silence runs through the veins

Everyone is here, around you

Still, no one can glorify that loneliness

The unsent letters with hope, with life, with faith

Turn to ashes in this materialistic world.

I know there were flaws, there were scars

There was weariness too.

Sitting in the bed, darkroom, scattered thoughts in mind,

Fireflies are glowing outside.

Poles apart two souls, rather two bodies,

Whether feelings push to sin

Who's to be blamed?

Enough to be written,

Enough to be unwritten.