Symphony Of The Broken Strings

Nothing can materialise from nothingness, Well, the universe did..

There is no sound of silence, But we hear it..

There is nothing to be seen in darkness, But we see it..

Comic ironies of nature, But we don’t laugh at it..

My Encounters With The Written Text

With every page I turned, with every word I read,

A new image formed or an already existing one got a stronger figure in my head.

It was blearing out what it hid inside its cover, it shouted all the details to me,

It told me the truth I thought in a way it told to no other.

I took it as a confidant, someone who confided only in me,