Muttering voices

"The Hungry Soul" When you with scarred feet  Tiptoes into endlessness A ray of light spreads its thin self  To guide the paths of your feeble feet  Through the rough roads of timelessness. The curious hunger in your soul  Yawns endlessly begging for the meat of angels Or the droplets from a salty sea. Here time is static but still runs its course  Circling round and round nothingness Meaningfulness stretches into vagueness And all creation get lost in its search of the Creator.

 " Red Love(Flaming)" Yours words strike hard at everything I hold sacred They start to flutter, and fall to the ground. At first, you promised to hold me where I stand Your tongue flaming while your promises soared round my head I started to hope again, to bask in the warmth of the heat that cocooned my shivering heart. Do people change like shifting shadows or do words dissipate quickly like smoke? I was wondering the one we were Until our two fingers slip out of our loose grip. Letting go of what we once held to heart Was a bitter pill to swallow But we did it so hard That a day was enough to get over the gulping pain and the midnight tears. 

"Droplets of Silence"  This piece of everything beautiful that you left behind was a terrific bang of silence Reaching towards my soul Then I turned it into a picture frame And hanged it on my wall Woke up every morning to its ugly sight And weep my woes on the wall beside it. Depression can be adorned to look like a smile A broad long charming grin Perching on faces of sorrow. Yet you will never know Because they have sworn to never break silence. But to help your prying minds They live behind faint whispers Like a dying soul in the hands of a brute.