Gap

When everything spokes its irony The moments that hold a thousand memories Where now are all in tune of melancholy Dancing in the rhythm of fading bliss. The chains of laughter’s are gone in air For silence lingers the atmosphere Consuming moments with tears like rivers Bound in state of enigma and despair. Countless thoughts dance like pendulums Imbricating visage of numerous phantoms A phantoms of bitter by gone Which I garnered along the run. The days are flipping as the book's pages And I had thought that this is the wage To be engulf of deafening silence Yet, it won’t last throughout my existence.