Solitary Thoughts – 12

Solitary Thoughts – 12

When fingers grow tired,
Tears gently bloom on the pillow.
Dreams stuck in the eyes,
Turn into silent drops in the stillness.

Words unspoken fall away,
Without ever touching the ears.
Only silence carries the wounds,
And the color of pain slowly ripens.

Without asking, the light fades,
Even the warm sun slips away.
Only the night stays beside me,
Cradling the sorrow of my soul.

GR kaviyoor 
22 04 2025

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