And in the wisps of the remnant soot,
the vapourised dew of hopeful wings,
silence and a calm cool breeze,
thoughtless levitating mind, lingering on,
in the dark cloudy velvet above...
Darkness and a calm cool breeze,
and you walk on deserted streets,
shivering slightly out of the lonely cold...
And all that remain are questions,
doubts and quite desperation born
of such fateful concoction brewed in life
and its meandering streets of confusion...
Sounds like, the midnight's dream has taken over,
and all that thoughts possess are phantoms of remnant soot...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju