Between the shadows
and the soul
The mysteries lurk
uncontrolled

From bold the lies to
colder truth
Nothing is ever
understood

O in the shade
of hung despair
The silence shrouds
and stands and stares

A whiff of careless
times gone by
Invites the whims
to multiply

Till at the close
eyes weary rest
Ashes to ashes
jest to jest

– Akanksha Gupta