Memory On My Palm Track

You never wanted me to write to you, you never spoke about feeling Avoided certain romanticism, as life means a harder way of dealing. I was observing all the rainbow colors of those indeed unspoken words, Within my reach, a pure light was glowing, with a solely unsaid verse. When I see my face in your eyes, I feel that I should die there, once and for all Only to hear the sound of silence, only to perceive the almost faded surreal call Like my childhood, I was hiding behind the dark corner of the bedroom rack Where prayer beads are still glowing, long forgotten memory on my palm track.