Blank face on the windowpane,
Scattering fragments of life.
The stary skies are never the same,
I've seen those unending nights.
Thoughts of a distant demise,
Slow, unrelenting and grave.
Drenching in the hope of life,
By the spirit of the brave.
There is no pain in separation,
Just an unusual haunting.
To forsake the grooves of relation,
Amid the silence ever daunting.
Let silence be the only promise ever kept,
And joyful be the tears ever kept.
Remember me and these words of mine,
As I fade somewhere in time.
-Karan Ghosh
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