A stare at times can be so crucial
When we break rules and end terms
Forever with a bang and loud clash
And then things let go of the hold
Forever with remorse and regret.
Then you pass me a look so pitiful
I could only show more pity for you
And then there's silence between
The most bleeding wound we make
Hurts to hear the emptiness in it...
We go on punishing each other now
And all for what? Just some pride
And efforts to stop losing one's face
We hide a great deal behind silence
What becomes the ultimate torture.
© Athuljith P.