A long summer of uncertainties,
Blazed many unquenchable fires,
Many that burnt and scorched,
Swallowing words and feelings.
A thousand dreams buried soon,
The flow of nature bottled up,
In thick maroon curtains of silence
That hung quite out of place.
A mess of life that stopped there,
In that long summer somewhere,
From where it has moved hardly,
An inch to gain back its momentum.
The words have become sacred,
The spaces no longer accessible,
But memory brings back dreams,
In words said, words left unsaid.
A few lines of poetry can't reveal,
A love that lies dormant in ashes.