I am Speechless begins this disarming expression
Clueless I grow as I look for a hook on the fish at the Nile
My words have become silent mutterings in the face of perplexity
Soliloquizing with mouths taped with weights beyond me
My lips break from caressing the cold winter
So that the flakes of the snow that fell found a resemblance in me
With eyes so weak and uncertain like that of a christened infant
My reflections are mesmerized with assumptions and stale stitches
I have weaved my thoughts with daunting presumptions
And tortured it with all possible reasoning
Just to find plausibility to all the possibilities in my head
Still speechless, I deliberately denounce the dawning reality
Pressing for prove and all the unending coincidence on earth
Yet, just like a gazelle in an open alley, mystery persists on speed
From within, I gaze at the atmosphere that had colored the night with darkness
I can only but see with the sight in my soul
For my eyes are clothed in its own darkness
The darkness that welcomed light at the hauling of the train
At the station far away in a neighboring city-state
An unforgettable moment of sojourning joy
Oh, yes! It was short-lived
Pruned, but later strangled and plucked off from its roots
And kept in the dry sand to wither away
In a desolate arena of unexplainable mantra of cues
I stand to obtain recompense
For all the wasteful times I spent being speechless