a sharp cry
slipped in between the alleys
You scaled down the walls
When the world was getting washed in red and purple
Floated in the middle of it all,
there was a sharp cry,
unnoticed by all,
invisible ,muffled ,mute and in all of it there was that which made sense,Stirring the stillness,
A dull cry, a motionless riddle, a parable untold
Waiting, dribbling from the mumble of words,
In a system of lines,
That dart in and out scratching the surface
You in the quietness of it all
Emerged
While I waited.
