What seemed as a path illuminated turned out to be a dark alley, the lanterns are no more there.
Few of them disappeared, few of them broke apart and few refuse to prove their life.
Yet, I clung on for there were those, which never seemed to fade away and yet they did.
When they did, they left me in the dark, darkness surrounded by murderous silence.

I am in the dark
yet I can see, a path.
There is silence all over,
yet I can hear, a whisper.

I can see a path in the dark, different from the one illuminated by lanterns
and I seem to love it for the path is the way I want it to be.
I can hear a whisper in the silence around, a whisper barely audible until now
and when heard it seemed like mind met the heart, finally.