THE SECRET WHISPERS

The night has come, Isn't it? The rhythm seemed lonely, Isn't it? Gazing the dark sky where stars are not to be found, Hear the sounds from the woods, Neither pleasant nor sober , Fantasising the dark humour, Creepy yet, please-ful ; The windows, seemed to connect the dark sky, It might be peace out there, Isn't it? How was it all, written here, No rhythm, no nothing, But it's a feeling of "morose". You cannot define it in a "sentence " , Isn't it? Melancholic, the heart feels, The heart is " Forsaken". The heart is experiencing "Anhedonia". The heart is "ineffable" : Afterall ; Isn't it ? Executed it was all ,a "free verse POEM". Pongsela Sangtam