Callous Enigma

Moments of silence,
shroud long conversations.
Love, a word so alien,
Spills from the inked quill,
Onto the torn parchment.

Moments of regret,
Chisel into the heart caverns.
Mind, an alcove so disturbed,
Rummages through memory lanes,
In search of solace.

Moments of solitude,
Murder the unkempt conscience.
Belief, a silhouette mirrored,
Shatters into shards umpteen,
Hit by a vehement bullet.

Moments of happiness,
Lose their worth,
In the blink of an eye,
Brimming with red tears.
Heart, sorry and forlorn,
Wanders along the parched rivulet,
In the guise of a dilettante,
In the desert of lost love.
Waiting to die,
Killed by and by.

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