An apology
To myself, engulfing my guilt of silence
An apology of the pen I possess
A duty I skipped, not sometimes although
Covering with grieved rain of tears amidst the veiled truth
Naked, thenceafter!
The descending attempts of fear making room inside
I leave!
Making my way to a disparate search for the truth
But known!
For, speaks the pen in grievances, usually of others
Afraid of the self and its properties
Of the long-lasting breathes in jungle of loneliness and obscurity
Aged but longed to stay, neglecting the journey to light
But turns around the ally someday
Everything looks odd since many a thing happened in absence of ‘hope’
The emptied page vociferates to the fearful hands
With a pen!
Lightens the clouds, weeps the sky and kneels down the voiceless beseeching
A sorry…!
