Words escape
At the brink of night
Into the sun-kissed moon
And the scarlet skies

That carry an echo
In every wink
A phantom scar
Lingering tween blinks
In the dark of the night
The smirking moon
The star kissed skies

And their silence
A naked ghost
That hovers
Like a timeless void
Casting its shadows
Upon the din
Beckoning
To sweet oblivion

– Akanksha Gupta