Knitted silence



A gazillion unanswered questions lay
Thoughtless thoughts, a bewildering maze
Charred memories in hindsight, how can I walk away?
They plunge back alive with a fiery blaze

Her unfinished conversations, her unsent message
Oh, I wonder if one could drill holes into minds
If only I could suppress my baffling rage
Would I reminisce the warmth of her words these thoughts remind

Drowning in nostalgia, oh, here I lay
Bethinking thoughtless thoughts all night and all day
Lingering amidst the faint trails of her scent
Oh, I wonder what the knitted silence had meant…


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