I know not
Who is the infant on the road
Which road led him to this
Why he looks like this
...
This room
Is it the familiarity or the loneliness
Is it the darkness that haunts me
Is it the night drizzle that creates a horror
...
Sincerely, I've heard not her voice
But she's said something
Something eluding her consciousness
Silently with her eyes
...
Anyone but I, you'd love
But I love you
Anyone but I, you'd crave
But I crave you
...
Physics, Chemistry and Maths student. I've not studied literature in a classroom but I'm an ardent reader of prose and poetry. So my writings are self taught, . Bear with the gross poetic amateurish I might expose. I'll improve with every post)
I Don't Know
I know not
Who is the infant on the road
Which road led him to this
Why he looks like this
When he'll retire from all this