Silence is Worshiped

Disheveled, you had
touched the dried blood on the
wall. A stunning feel to invoke mercy.

There was no clarity.
What is life? Back to back love evaporates.
Empty paper has nothing to offer.

The last goodbye to god.
Nothing has been helped. You can
feel the curse. There is no truth.

Life is a series of experiences of love. But we almost always finally find it deficient. Then life appears to be an empty paper without any meaning. In that situation even the presence of god is doubted.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003