Night’s reticent, there’s no inclination of darkness emerging from obscurity Tremors from the rage have unsettled days and they look like frayed ribbons When revenge isn’t monotony, but peace is not given a chance by greedy preferences One cannot hold on to the threadbare days to weave another canvas  Torpedoes of jealousy and anger destroy the sustainable thoughts  Persistent haze from hostilities define the wayward … Continue reading Reticence