There will be unacquainted silhouettes, of people you know and people you don’t know. And sometimes of people, you don’t wish to know.

There is an unsung symphony, in the autumn leaves that snap off the trees and the flowers that shrivel up in the summer heat.

The craters emanate unwavering moonlight.

And the new remains unnoticed in the everydayness.

Some silences carry the worded turmoil, and some words herald unrequited silence.

This blog curates-words and observations, experiences and sensations, triviality and peculiarity, mundanity and oddity-into poetry.