The Silence

Dec 21, 20241 min read

By Brind Mittal

A haunting face and eyes deeper than the abyss

A friend or more?

Did I play him or did he play me?

My own words haunt me

So familiar yet so strange

I see in awe and despair

For my fate is sealed and the end is set

His hair his face his nose

All feel so homely and yet so strange

It feels as if I’m having Déjà Vu

And then it was all but a dream

By Brind Mittal

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