Melodies are bleeding from all the silver linings -
Raining on and on, on a colossal ground of hope.
Never letting go of the train of thoughts that's travelling on broken tracks,
wearied out, dismantling from the passion of these thoughts.
Insecure and unaware, lyrics of a heart evolve.
A sight of a distant horizon, triggers the words again
and again and again, to be vocalized and harmonized -
to celebrate a budding hope, in midst of dark & dull.
Suffocated and strangled, the silence grows so loud.
Encircling harmonies harass the intense longing,
to not care about what other ears will hear.
And where I lie is infinitely choked
By all my unsung songs.
Listen to the quietude of all my unsung songs.
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