scattered silence

hidden in my silence
lies the threshold of a new vision

a vision which embarks light
upon a zillions of masqueradic ques,
which vow to be real.

That road calls me,
To lament the curse
Which stops me.

A road to perdition
Of anxiety and hunger.

I call upon the karma
Please lfit me,
To the map of love.

To gloss faith ....
Its love to whom I owe...
My soul, my silence

STITCH MY SCATTERED SILENCE
FOR ITS ALL HIDDEN IN MY SILENCE..