in the letter
words arrive
on soundless feet
quiet as your eyes
they watch
the silence of my face
from the words of the letter
my eyes drink
your tears,
the eyes of your words
absorb my disquiet
in your words breathes
your restlessness
the uncontestable narrative
of loneliness.
the symphony
of the tortured soul
plays on
your only alternative
are words you wrote
intimate, quiet.
(Drawing : Akshay Ameria)
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