The road wear a deserted look and not a soul to talk to!
Where are all the creatures
I can only see my shadow as I indulge into silly banter with the self.
I cannot even recognize myself as the soul lay dormant in the wee hours.
The dogs are barking at my presence, fearing danger and yelling frantically who the hell are you?
Little do they realize that I am a victim of my own shadow!
There is no one to speak to in the dark.
Perhaps, I love the solace of life and moments of silence.
Silence unfazed by the dead branches of trees and flower buds.
The silence continue to haunt me as I gasp for breath in the moment.
A moment to be cherished yet feared.
The mind can be deceptive, the heart caught in the tornado of emotions.
How do I tell them that it is a walk ridden with unplanned battles?
When will the madness ever stop?
A body constantly bruised by the battle of the minds.
The mind refuse to take rest and the soul detached from the body.