Language of Escape

Creating a bond with yourself is crucial, when you feel alone.

Language of Escape

----KANU

It started with a tender whisper,

Where silence lingers become somewhat crispier,

Eventually, this turned out to be a habit,

Through the day and night, that made me surrender the solitary spirit.

Diving in the echoes of loneliness, it shimmers into a durable cure,

Walking hand-in-hand, just as if someone is there,

Learning to breathe in a language, is now the way I escape,

Scribbling my emotions and impulses, perceives like clay slowly remembering its shape.

Stepping into unplanned and unknown surroundings,

Walls that remember my laughs are the center of becoming,

Issuing more time isn't beneficial anymore,

The moments, the people, which mattered - are now just before.

No longer chasing echoes of a faded scene,

But embracing the silence wherever since I have been,

Storm that formed inside the heart, as of now tints clarity not despair,

In the ache of the very moment still taking steps just to find the sky full of air.

The dance of letters is more welcoming, than the wanderers I used to troll with,

Yet from that ache, a new life was worth a bequeath,

Maybe I was clocked in the shape of space between before and after,

And found my rhythm, a truest self in the quiet, at last, its own master.

~kanu