Q & A

Heart rebels against 

 The embrace of questions,

 Annoyingly devoid of answers, 

That like wild weeds

 Eat away familiar peace.

 Haunting melodies 

Of an old lyrical song, 

The souvenirs of 

Sunset dreams,

 Come back again

 Like pigeons. 

No matter how hard I toss it, 

Using all my strength, 

Waves keep dragging it back. 

It keeps coming back, 

To hunt me down, 

To shatter my ease 

And demand quest for answers. 

 Resolved against 

Voyage on no-moon waves,

 With mast of fallow hope,

 I tightly shut 

Evanescent smiles, 

Aching tears, 

Nebulous thoughts, 

And wingless feelings,

 In inadequate 

Urns of words, 

Before they decay

 And reek of death,

 And offer it to sea of dead. 

Walk away from it, I must

 Before everything is lost,

 For fond embraces of answers, 

Would always be missing.