On a lazy Sunday evening
crawling through the green maze
By the flowing celestial beside.
The feel of some whispers
Knock your ears.
Refreshing mind, with pictures
Those trembling blurry lost souls
Crying aome far away
Eyes with empathy filled
Of those lonliness with silent speechs
Talking with your conscience
Reliving those far back in those dead corners of mind.
Haunting or peaceful
One can never know!
Lost in the thoughts, like the river flowing
Splashing the rocks so likewise is the zombied memories.
A child lingering in the laps of those
Soothing its scattered soul
Filling up those unknown gaps
Thats how the bygone whispers!