Memories
Present
Future
Life is not linear
Two worlds where I want to be
Hers and theirs
My heart strings hurts
God is silent
Deaf to the pains
Of her
Yearning Of me
The world we built
From our sweat and blood
Is here but black and white
Not techno colours
God, why
You hurt
When you can cure
The aching hurts?
~ March 2024~
The Wanderer's Thoughts... 