the hope

seats waiting to be taken

trees of the damned

Abandoned Three

no one sits on this

what goes behind

no child’s play this

moon night of the dark

Once again on the lookout, a mystery, a dark matter , choice, hope , when the world choose to close its eyes I open mine and see what the other’s can’t see. I take one step further and make an effort to find an unexplained , to find a question to get an answer , to make a choice to have that change, to walk towards an unknown only to find something new.

—– Dheeraj Gautam