Bulla,ki jaana main kaun

Stumbling

Maine iss zameen ko, khule aasman ko,sitaron ko kai baar dekha hai

Taqdeer ne iss safar mein mera saath kuch pal mera saath nibhaya,

Iss safar mein ,jo begana hai

Maine samjhauton mein kabhi na kuch paaya,

Aaj jo ye kabool kiya hai,bas yehi gawa diya hai

Ye bhi shikwa nahi

Ye na hi shikayat hai

Ye sirf meri zindagi, meri kahani hai.

Dwindling

Kuch samay se, ek khwab sajaye baithi hoon

Kuch pal se wo beeta jar raha hai

Mera har ek pal, samay ke vipreet tham jaane ka khwab sajaye hue

Mera ban baitha hai

Malum hai mujhe ki ye mumkin nahin

Ye khwab bhi pura mera kahan hai…

Ye unn palon ki virasat hai, jinhe ab samay sammeth baitha hai.

Hope

“Umeed pe hi duniya kayam hai” aisa suna hai maine

Par kya har ek se iska vaasta hai?

Har yaad, har khwaish amal ho jaate toh baat hi kya thi

Aisi rangeen duniya hi kahan hai

Par aaj darr nahin lagta,

Aaj maine hi ye kabool kar liya hai

Umeed se pare, shayad jeena hi dushwar hai

Identity

Din beet jaate hain

Raat se kuch shikwe hain mujhe

Kabhi uss hi ke luft mein leen, badal jaane ka mann ho jaata hai

Wahi, jise ab begana kaha jaata hai.

Pukar

Meri hi thi wo, main hi thi, samay se pare

Pukar

Kuch sambhli, kuch bechaen,

Kuch nidarr,kuch sehmi,

Kuch apni,kuch parayi

Apne aap se door,

Mujh se door,

Meri pukar.

Sehnsucht

It’s snowing in some place real far

In my eyes I lust for a glimpse of it

And submerge myself in the arms of a wish,

Of being there presently in my heart and mind

How I wish I could, walk right out of the canvas I have in mind

 How I wish I could see, all the colors and images perfectly defined

All right in front of my eyes

I would if I could

I’m at this side divided only by treacherous time

Seems like a delusion, the wondrous being I yearn for

Like walking in dense fog with no trail to trace, but the brightest light in the night sky

Leaving plenty to find all in good time,

Going around in circles,

Only to find a plethora of beginnings those begin at the end, and open at the close

To flutter by, hovering over the canvas white

I foresee the vision of that dream,

With lurking premonitions aside

That maybe if I sleep now, I will be wake up where I wish to be

Dancing in the snow, leaving trails in twos

For all those who believe honestly will find

The best through the test of times

Falter,Fathom-Phantom!

You laugh now!

A careless midget unaware of might

Why do you smile? What purpose does it solve?

Tell me, however it is

Pray don’t fool me, juvenile!

These aren’t tears of joy

Blinding, this light is blinding

Stark, spot-light!

Like it, do you?

Pray listen, don’t!

It’s vile.

This day that’s closing, is meant to

And it must

Tonight, tonight!

Must burn in this shallow mystical warmth of a heart

That once saw light, only to pall

Like lighting up a barrage,

To vanquish all, that once was

Ah! Joyful, are we?

What for?

Is it the pitiful light or the heartless sight?

Or is this the warmth that shrugs away the coldness of mortal stinging life

Haven’t you deliberated the peace of washing away with a tide or settling into sand?

All well in time, like the Sun

A calculated demise

I see, it has descended again, by virtue of its being

Like joy that fails to stay,

On those lips, and in the mind

Another calculated, precise, fictitious, hollow stride

Why would you still laugh?

I fail to empathize

Is it glory, or is it sublime?

For what might be thought of has victory, is just a lonely Lego

Struggling with a cumbersome and treacherous fate

Of weighing down to build up,

Performing like the Sun but not functioning so

Dwelling within melancholy and strife

Dark, shrouding vision prevails until

As this battle of realization sees White

Light hovers like a charm

Colorful ! Brilliant and lively

Now realize,

It must falter

Then you fathom

Dear Phantom.

Give and Take

Give and take, melodies in your name

One wouldn't mind replaying, reveling in thy glory again

Usher a note benign,

And then take it from there, to a song of your own

In this tedious melancholy of everyday, don’t struggle

Dare.

And pray why, you’d ask me? I contemplate…

Aren't these the days you've missed out on?

Time constructively lent to learning,

Something new, something historic, something different than the everyday

Grasp!

Take it in your stride, like you do

It’s this once in which you have

From an alternate where you wouldn't

Pray! What would that be? If not the maddening rush of this time, this day

It will tire you,

The spirits it thrives on, yearn to breakaway

Lend it, have it sail someplace far away

Where you can rejoice, rejuvenate what remains dampened with strain

In your mind, alight

Find your happy place.

Yet, take my word don’t lose hope, don’t give up, run away

For what’s worth a million,

It’s only fair to spend a hard day, in sweat and in pain

For what it’s worth

It’s only for you to gain.

Stare the gloom in its wake

With that glint in your eyes, stark shining like a moonlit night

Face the heat,

With that smile playing along your lips, a mischief’s delight

Beat the blues,

With the playfulness of your eyes,

Win your battle,

Like another test of times,

For what it’s worth,

Trust yourself

Believe,

That perhaps there isn't a groove that you see,

That’s your niche you've set aside.

Memorable

One day, in a brilliant turn of events

 ‘Memorable’ came into existence

It was perhaps the most usual of instances

Yet distinct in the light of probable fortunes

There ceased to be a time for it

In the discordant mundane ticking of clocks and repetitive chimes

Yet it was held at the helm of compassion,

That could seldom be derived in space-time

Continuum in its league

Memorable!

Indefinitely conspicuous

Coerced by the vicious rut of ease over belonging

Chanced upon as the victim of Time

Trespassers would have never noticed,

None did definitely pry

Over the submerged exuberance of having found what most never live to see,

Nurtured and cared for like a juvenile, no less but in the arms of Time

The one that continues to falls short,

Even at a length of beseeching rhymes

Until they swivel towards ballads of lamentation

Even then in agony and despair

It ceases to be

Memorable

One of joyous rendering

Like crystals of downpour in light from the Sky,

And the mischief of the crescent by the night

It plays like Fire, far from demise

Careless as a Child

Mellow as a Muse

Conflicted, constricted by Space

Yet dwelling over Time

Always present in the act of the inevitable, Change

Yet never one to pause

Even in the event of placid confines

And harsh realm

For what belongs, stays

Irrespective of all,

Memorable.

دعا (Dua)

Unn lamhon ka kya hai,

Jo waqt ke saath behte ja rahe hain

Kya woh humare hain?

Shayad nahi,

Shayad haan.

Woh silsile aaj ke nahin

Jin sab mein hum aaj bhi chale ja rahe hain

Woh waqt hi hai shayad,

Jo humara saathi hai

Par kya who humara hai?

Guzar toh raha hai samay,

Ek waqt hum jeete the

Aaj bhi,

Aksar,

Aur shayad har din

Mujhe woh yaad aata hai

Woh waqt jisme hum mehfooz the

Gustaki maaf ! Har ek baar, hamesha rahegi

Kyunki sirf un palon par haq hai,

Jin sab mein hum aaj bhi jiye jaa rahe hain

Ye dua hai

Jo shayad kabool na ho

Ya shayad meherbaan ye samay ho jaaye

Ki waqt jo humara tha,

Woh pralay nahi

Beparvah woh naseeb hi gawah ban jaaye...

Peril Of Calm

The anguish was waiting by the Peril of Calm

That's no harm done, none at all

There was denial behind the demure affection

That's no wound, not for now

Then the veil fell once

To pall, pall

The night looked radiant a midst a dwindling charm

Fading lights, a distant warmth 

The Peril of Calm in sight, yet hidden far

A sudden chill in the air, surprised even the whimsical city lights

So there it must have begun, a journey to the stars...

To pall, in the arms of the night

That wasn't a last, alas! 

It stays; for memories cannot vanquish what one yearns for...

And it can never seek restrain from the abyss where it freely falls

Like a quiver of clouds laden across the horizon at par

Onto the reminiscing blues of tangible waters 

To vanquish,

To pall, in the glory of the sight-afraid.

Vicious circle

Can one know a way out of this maze?

One that goes around, like shackles in the heart

Beating relentlessly, thudding impulsively

Syncing a contraband of sorts from within, around and all the way inversely

Can one know how to silence the unheard?

These voices, all of whom believe they are one

Layering along the length of pivotal sense,

Around the periphery of reason one can feel them pacing

In circles, then back and forth, once a rhyme seldom for a reason

Can one hope to wake up feeling light from a sombre slumber?

Believe it was real, and not a dream

                                  Ah!  To even dream of it! Could perhaps be easier to believe…

The disjoint within, surfaces like blocks of ice on flowing memory

Melting, often yielding to the pseudo vastness of abundant vacuum

Empty and hollow in its being

Craving for an elixir, that it itself is, in its entirety

So much to save, not one for oneself

That is where it ignites, tremors ‘neath the calm

Can one hope to rise from one’s own defeat?

One that has been fought long enough, over the never ending expanse of time

Brutal, merciless and lethal, yet so confined

One that damages to only the extent of self destruction, each like tremors ‘neath the calm

   

To meddle in emptiness and find matter within would be progressive

The self can never be placed or found, like a wanderer of supremacy

One is only too old to believe

That running from what one hides, has a scarred face in time

And an identity which is, non-existent

One that roots like a wager and

Stems from what is progressively,

The End of Time.

A Classic

There’s often something lost in a gaze, it’s some one

Of wondrous belonging, the place one could run back to

There’s sometimes a slight chirp in marsh dark woods, from beckoning light

Of splendid glimpses, the place one could never describe

There’s often plenty left unsaid, where it’s indeed almost essential

In the world where we live, and slowly seize to pass by

There’s sometimes a fleeting thought even in a calm mind

In the ocean where we surface only to drown, another passing by

In moments where one could lose sight, it’s a vision that holds as it remains

Perfect! Perfect!

One for one, and one for them, time and over, again

It’s poetry, perhaps a composition that classics are made of

One for one, and one for them, time and over, yet again

Captivating is that sight, envisioned by a master, its portrayal unleashed

Perfect! Perfect!

Around the time where a soul could be disappointed, deceived

An orchestral dawn plays far and wide

(Perfect! Perfect!)

Tingling from a Lemon’s wake,

To Solace’s surprise, from its own beckoning

Magicians, musicians would wonder, like they do

Yet never find, what every element witnessed in its essence

A classic

To have basked in its glory, is a win all

To have reveled in its entirety, is an honor

And to have it, is a treasure gladly found.

Perfect.  For the record.

Moonlight

Have you ever channeled the moonlight?

Have you ever been bitten by the stark warmth of a closing summer day?

Have you wondered why serenity lurks in corners in times of dire need?

Have you ever been charmed by the mystical wisps of a sunken mellow breeze?

Have you ever felt a sudden urge to taste the sight you see?

Have you ever witnessed moonlight like there hasn't ever been?

The sight of it away yet comforting, is something to be seen,felt,believed

The beauty of it, in all its pristine imagery is a canvas alive yet, yet to be

Letters in words, and words in letters

All will fail to feel explicitly, in composure

This benevolent marvel in its being

For it will soothe, after each rise and fall of tides

The feverish medley of maudlin living, like it is meant to be

It will silence, not pall

Like instruments to a melody

It will encompass time, paraphrasing memories

Until the shackles of misery vent away, memories in angst, of grief

Incidents in time, bitter and sweet, sometimes together in the mind,almost glistening

To make a note belittled as truce,it's worth unknown like moonlight again

Yet somehow, it will hold your gaze, let it so

For all that will remain beaming in hindsight in the dark entirety, somewhat brief

Will be moonlight, as is witnessed from the shadows of thy dreams.

A Word's Worth

Carelessly you can walk,

With my arms in yours

And my voice by your side

Endlessly you can speak,

Of moments alone, most of them together

Yet keep aside all that is left unsaid

Joyfully, you can demand all adventures from life

Never care to live with what you sail through, and swim within

Like the innocence of a child

Candidly you can tell a million flaws

Yet continue embracing them

For a sparkle of fault in those eyes

Quietly you can pull off an encore

 Still yelling to your fort

Mistakes that made you blind

Resentfully you part ways

Rising like a wave from the Dead Sea

Commanding due responsibility

Carefully you try not being a puzzle

Yet leave characters disguised

Where the entire World’s a stage

Humbly you can pry

Contemplating, yet shy

Make it real beyond words

But if you must, then can you perhaps genuinely just try?

Crystal Nugget

Do you see what I see from where we look?

Can you believe what I believe from where we hide?

Must you consider, a will in my name

Should you consider a binding like that?

Can you remember what I do, from where we make last recall?

Do you see what I do, the crystal moulds of memory

Must you deliver, a summon in my name

Should I consider a command like that?

Do you hear what I hear, a daft octave from a symphony

Can you sing like I hum a note from our orchestral memories?

Must you realize what crumbles isn't a cookie

Should I let you consider tasting it still?

Do you mind when I bother from where we left last?

Can you understand derangement was never sought?

Must you redeem every challenge, like it evolved in your name

Should I persevere to truncate every one of them, each and all?

Could you reason with me, that doting a crystal is wrong?

Do you think I would stop

Must you know I could

Should I curb my hunger before one of us becomes victimized?

Do you think it will loom

Must you know it does

Can you make me believe that this one isn't a cookie but a nugget of pall!

Do ,must 

Can,should

Could reason even living in ruthless rye.

Entropy

These little walks

Seldom a stroll

Many times a journey

Is where I divulge

Notes penned in my mind

From days in the sun,

To tears in times grey.

I wouldn't honestly care to stop or contemplate

Until I have my peace of mind...

When I don’t,

I seize my chance of juggling my thoughts,

Making them toss and fall until they’re placed

In order of chaos

Pure randomness, with familiar ease

But for how  long must this go on?

This continuous sprint, this hurried motion of exhaustion?

I will fail, Newton backing what I say

That all that is ->done comes right back<-the same way.

Unstable, so significantly

Trivial in the heat of past

Heat that makes me shiver,

In all my strength by that gaze

I prefer to stand away,

To perhaps welcome warmth,

The one I gladly give away

Prancing about like a juvenile‘s delight

Perhaps, tonight

I must fall

Like light on a prism

And give myself away

Ahead in time

In a direction unknown

Towards another road not taken.

One on which I will pave with my will, my way.

T r e b l e

H u s h, hear!

S t u m b l e, low

Then s h i n e a sudden marvel!

M e l t but in the arms of FIRE

One of n o n c h a l a n c e

BURN, burn the scars

That l i n g e r

Beseeching maudlin haven, a p p a l l

Melt like a being but one of flesh

S l o w like a PAUSE

-Then-

R e f o r m like a FIGHT

Of forgotten glory

A fiend of MIGHT

L e s s meaning by the second

Valued MORE o u t r i g h t

In h i n d SIGHT

Memories by g o n e

Reckons one to know

-That-

One that was lost

A lesser k n o w n lesson

R e m a i n s yet

That when one f a l l s

One b e l o n g s

Like TIME from the p a s t

Bewitched

Endless walking,

‘neath the shadow of velvet green

Midst the shying sun

In someplace less known, of myriad prevalence

Like deftones of hounding chirps

A subtle whisper in the air

Marks its many memoirs

Many of significant recall

And one of profound reminiscence

This is all comfortingly vague,

Plaguing me with its demure pursue

Lending rhyme and reason

Thoughts galore...

Again! Reminiscence rings heavily

Yet, memories prevail

Lagging behind like hollow dreams

From belief, that perhaps was taken from many such walks

Stored within, like coffee bean in a jar

The delightful aroma of it

Second only to the soft flavor of soaked sand, one of sumptuous rendering

It’s unison with the sky’s freshness, lies virginal

In my palm secure

I hold a flavor untouched

A possession

One of my own

Crisp and naive

That belittled souvenir of time,

I dare say again, but is truly mine.

Wisps of bellowing wonder

Reckoning awe

Simply,

Of the nativity that time conspires.

I often fail to understand

If it’s all very unintentional

For like everything else

Nature, our cause, our mother, must sure have had reason

Reason for a rhyme,

Every rhyme a reason,

Intentions of perfection and imperfection alike

Yet modestly amazing us

Within every trickle of human mind

Rummaging within confines, bridging boundaries

To unleash something it meant to unveil

A gift,

A marvel,

Something surreal

While I walk I feel my thoughts quiver

To all this constant scrutiny

Many times dwelling upon the uncertainty the nature guards itself with

Behind all silken breeze, earthly musk, and warming shade

The daft science of existence prevails

Stark daylight falls in the arms of welcome dark, descending upon the naive moon and the feisty starlight drapery

It’s a sight to behold

The expanse of never-ending demise

Could it be what I think it is?

That could be eternity.

One that is forever bearing.

But from here where my eyes can reach, where my mind can believe and my heart desires

This is perhaps, just another symphony

One that I’m yet to hear,

While I’m still accompanied by this familiar,

Endless walking

Far from where I left ,my mark.

Unexpected Last.

Unexpected, a surprise

Of treacherous beholding

Crept silently behind my back

Only to fall right ahead of me

Blinding me

Visibly far sight was gone

A sudden void

It meant to crush from within

And it jolted all that was still benign

Time spun before my eyes

It chimed nostalgia

The broken ties

The reckoning bond

The severed state now

It all seemed believable, like I knew it all along

But then time and again I feel for that laugh

I fell for the sheer honesty of it, the brilliant charm of it all

I remember the laugh

In my ears, in my eyes, every moment I go on.

And now it is but a careless surmise

That devastating world of ours

That will live until I do

With me,

Juvenile like the self

A little something you wouldn't again care to find

Something of your own making, but seldom mine

Something I longed for,

Then wished to revel in whenever I’d find...

A splendid glory’s might!

Alas!

You exit,

Yet I find

Belonging

Bondage

And pride

Another of your gifts, perhaps

If only they lent time...

Time flies they say

And I see how, very clearly now

And maybe so do you

‘Ola birdie!’

You have your wings,

You must fly, I realize

I no longer own my niche

Neither the feather of your being
I have no choice.

Farewell dearest!

I see you chirp

I vision contentment

I saw you  in my dream the past night

You must stay so

I have never wanted anything more.

And while you’re gone,

My sky has closed in

I bid my last

Just one for you,

Remember I remain, living that laugh

Somewhere, where you can always find

A niche in your beautiful mind.

In empty phrases

Sudden quiet

‘twas a mellow mood

Sombre in it’s being

Slight quiver of belonging

Meagre belief but one of everlasting longing

Like cold wind to a shivering wreck

Like dagger to a wound

A ‘maybe’ to a ‘never’

A ‘but’ to a ‘fact’

Something unfulfilled, more incomplete...

Words reeked the daunting space,

Reverberation of void, within itself

Echoes, time and over

Of repeatedly sought dreams

All but in a few empty phrases

All shallow

Meaningless

Futile

Loud, yet unheard.

Why?

 A careless feat of the known

Reality recognized but ignored

Cries in vain

A step ahead, and then gone

Unfeeling

Lost

Shattered bits of memory remain

Or maybe ones that simulate within the mind

Of all spoken and heard

I remember now

Vividly so

And I will say, time and over

But isn't it now,

Like it remains

In empty phrases?

(Darkhaast) درخواست

Aaj agar  hum tham gaye toh nazar se aabru kijiyega

Befikr,

Beinteha,

Naseeb nawah ho iss kadar alfaaz baiyyan kijiyega...

Masruf inn silsilon ki aad mein,

Kuch shabd lafzon mein baiyyan hon,takaluf kijiyega

 Alam ye gawah woh samah hi kuch tham sa jayega jisme akeli dua sirf shama, shama kehlayegi

Jisme lafz  daiiron se parre,

Shadb kosh heen, vaiyden kehlayenge

Unn kuch lamho ke luft mein aaj dhal jaana hai

Aaj shayad,yahin tham jaana hai...

Bas yehi guftagu fanaa ho,

kuch pal ek yaad mukamal kijiyega,

baaki sab kaatile-dimag ke dariye se fanaa ho, amal dua kehlayegi

Aaj agar hum tham gaye,

toh gawah koi hum nawah na hoga.

Labyrinth

Do I look worthy of a goodbye?

Perhaps not.

Perhaps yes.

Perhaps there are multiple connotations to this.

Perhaps it isn't a question.

Perhaps it indeed must have an answer.

Perhaps I am worthy of reconciliation.

Perhaps there isn't any room for it.

Perhaps the void must never fill.

Perhaps there isn't a void.

Perhaps it is my head.

Perhaps it was once my heart. Perhaps I must reconcile, to all that was once upon a time.

Perhaps there is no need to linger.

Perhaps it will always hover over my head.

Perhaps I will find it again. Beyond reasonable doubt.

Perhaps it was meant to be lost.

Perhaps it is yet another thing to find.

Perhaps in all chaste glory of an era, I still embrace the past.

Perhaps you must realize that the very same era is what a legacy could be made of.

Go. Fly!

What’s it like to fly?

To have another dimension’s view.

To defy gravity,

To conspire against barriers of facts that keep one ground bound?

To stumble upon obstacles, only to dodge them?

To launch off ne’er boundaries zilch?

To condemn every fall?

To disregard uncertainty?

To grasp a free breath?

To experience the subtlety of space?

To have a garland of exhilaration in one’s flight?

To be seeded in adrenaline?

To alight from inhibitions?

To have an eye on the sun and meet its glare?

To be falling, less afraid of the moment passing by,

To live each moment by the moment,

To forget that time rambles by,

To witness the open sky, gorge on the great expanse of it...

To be able to feel your heart beat, alive like it should from the worldly disguise.

To know the joy of flying, free from all that might hold you back, to all that must bind.

To know that when you will land, you’ll own the ground from where you took flight, irrespective of, irrelevant to the place you left behind.

To know that irrespective of- falling with a thud, or breaking across near your pyre, you would've experienced moments worth a lifetime.

To know it isn't essential to know how to fly, but to dream is sufficiently imagined...

To understand that it is only from the ground that one stems, either on the downside or towards the limitless sky.

If only I would've known better before I put up that query that the answer was within me. That it was at the root, while I dreamed of my flight.

I have dreamt

 To have imagined so...

And now I shall take flight.

To every – To

I place my checkpoint.

Rhapsody

Peering from the window, she saw the night sky. A perfect, pitch black with a stunning overlay of glistening stars and the majestic moon. The moon caught her eye, and then held her gaze like it always did. It took her back in time; it seemed such a major part of all that had gone by. She could recollect memories of the times she stood looking at the moon, on yet another similar night in the past, another night when she wasn’t quite the same as now. She sat with her legs folded against her chest, arms resting comfortably around her knees. There seemed to be unrest for a while as she heard voices at a distance, distracting her momentarily with the hope of finding something familiar...perhaps a call by her name, looking for her. She soon realized that there were none for her, and that they were but just that, unfamiliar voices,away from her.  She didn’t like the prospect of hope,to yield into and again to let go. It was heart wrenching, it was cruel. A frown surfaced almost instantly as she fell back in her stance and gazed above, into the night sky, almost like she was cursing the unknown.Almost, like she was envisaging a war against herself for letting herself succumb to hope,yet again. But then again she was lost in her abstract chain of thoughts,the usual way for her to be at ease again. To succumb to her thoughts,to be numb,to be distant from herself...for reasons far too many.

 The mellow breeze was greeted with a slight twitching of lips on the sides to a content smile. Being content and welcoming for a bright emotion wasn’t so difficult after all but then why was happiness always uncalled for? She neither had a cue, nor a clue to this. But then neither would she find. Never did she want to,all due to the mere possibility of hope. Complacency had become a part of her being, almost like the state of a weathered rock. She wasn’t helpless, just a victim of monotony. She was gentle, with innocence in her eyes.  Juvenile actions were still encompassed by a seething power of thoughts more often than not. Keeping her away from a world of her known, keeping her in a world less known. When she spoke her mind, at times one could almost feel the slight quiver, almost like every word was weighed, every thought was analyzed, and every bit of her known self was breached. And all of this now prevailed as if it were a part of her. Then sometimes it was all a matter of speaking her mind with an effortless smile, a soothing provocation for all that had left her side. Here, she looked at the moon again and then turned to see someplace far, almost as if she had heard a call. The empty road, a stranger’s abode was where she longed to be.  To run past it, in the arms of her call. But there was none in sight, and definitely none to call. Of this she convinced herself sooner than the drop of her gaze.

The breeze blew on the nape of her back, as her long mane blew beside her neck, dropping shadows in the dark. She sat there seeing them do their little dance, brushing against her skin like feathers from a fall. She held the ones near her eye, and tucked them behind her ear and repeated until the breeze palled. Resting her head on the gauze, she sighed ever so softly and began humming the song from the past, on an untitled unfinished note alas! She thought she heard her name again...until she fell back upon hope, promising that it is that one last. Her pale fingers clenched and twisted into her own palm, she felt a nervous sweat part over her brow, as she looked dejectedly out into the distance...

The night passed, like many other similar ones had. Hours passed in wait, eagerness turning into dwindling hope leaving her to the moon’s gleam a midst the blackened sky. Until she fell asleep for what seemed like nights together until she was awakened by the thought of a call.

The truth was hidden from her all along, a truth she already knew. She would never hear. She could never know if her name was called.

She wouldn’t know that he stood chanting her name, over and over where she looked but couldn’t find.

After all, theirs was an unspoken melody profound.