while the orange fiesta of the sunset comes to and indigo closing,
i am stuck by your beautiful presence in my eyes.
and while the alien darkness sets in,
your presence remains a silent, stagnant silhouette -
your have stopped speaking…
and youve become a distant star; bright, silent.
the light of my world now comes from your twinkling eyes

so you force me to beg the question –
have i been talking to a wall the whole time?

if so, then what a beautiful wall stands in my presence.
where melancholy vines have started creeping in
through the cracked sienna bricks that is your heart.

the night has blossomed and the darkness of the wall’s shadow embraces me
you have remained silent…. your look have stopped short of sharp
i have never ceased to remain here with you
with my solemn look and my whispering lips…

why oh why do i keep talking to the wall?
only to hear my own questions hit me back again and again

so have you really turned into a wall?
your sturdy presence and your cold eyes stops me from seeing anything else but you
the world is in fact behind you..
and i have stopped caring what may lie beyond your pristine shadows
for all the beauty that may come
stops short of what you are to me

i do not seek to see more
nor have i stopped searching for i have found what my heart seeks
and i have found the answers to why despite the bleak silence
i never left you..

for i have felt no loneliness…
for each time i speak,
there’s a different tone
echoing back the very same words of my love