In our silence, we could trace

In our silence, we could trace, 

feelings once born, left out of grace,

nurtured, treasured, kept in hearts,

still, couldn't stand trial of time. 

The world moves on,

marching towards a future bright,

and we walk, stride by stride,

giving attention, to goals at sight. 

Yet, we stumble, fall behind,

each milestone, acting as blinds,

sprouting discontent, apprehensions, 

and affecting, our peace of mind. 

And we reminisce, our past years,

precious memories, we hold dear

yet buried deep, out of desperations,

of following dreams, worldly aspirations. 

In our silence, we could trace,

emotions which flows, fill the space,

when we realize, prices we paid,

while hanging, from a thin thread...

Between storms and inner void.