Alpha Literature'um

 I cry…

and the tears go through the strokes
and touch of notes
strewn by strings, and silent magic 
and the sound brushes through the wood..
through the silent piano

I cry…
and the tear falls on the floor of leaves
trapped within thousands of trees
Me… I… Mine… Destiny
Unrealistic, Unvisualised…

I cry till heart break down…
inside the silent forest, no one to look down
I am alone
and even piano do not tone to note
and there’s silent tone
ringing through my mind, and my limbs…
my heart… and my veins
throbbing with achiness

I cry… as the silence echoes down
on my lone tone’s heart beat…

-K.N.Singh