Through the fragments of condemned memoirs
An eerie silence I did felt
Revisiting old and childish means
Those days were oft well spent
What they spoke to me was surprising though !!
They spoke to me of my naivity
And of my clumsy etiquettes
Nimble from a long furlough
And an emotion that didn’t strangulate
And after a long dark day
I oft ask myself
Why did I lose that boyish charm ?
And why did i add a cold wintry grin
Just to fit in
I lost myself
Or did i lose myself
To buy a way in ?
I ask myself
With a cold heartless wintry grin…
Incessant Whispers 