Broken Whispers

Some broken whispers
In your numb ears
A mute gaze
Into the inquisitive eyes

Will be enough to narrate
Every inch of the pain
Filling the very void
Of my life’s lane

The air around laden
With crimson pearls
Will bemuse you
When the story unfurls

But for that dear
I need a moment
From your life
Whom breaths don’t taint

Stolen intuitively
Without fear and disgrace
Because that inch was mine
Which I lost too in the race