Unspoken Words of Hope

Writing and writing…keep writing on Little pieces, little puzzles, forgotten memories... The other day, I was thinking of you, not in a rigid way I think of many … many random things , I do not know why. Life seems like a huge journey on one of those training track, non-ending Leads to learning lessons: not to whisper, shout or talk too loud, not at all. I am never able to focus on a speaker, on a particular speech, As it is not happening I see his background wall color, his windowpanes, and his fingers, Moving on with his words. I wish this path will lead to a forest With a chance to part from each other, for us, for good, And, I wish somehow this poem would reach you like a whisper, With all unspoken words of hope.