Hidden Words

        [WHO] Who’ll solve the mystery? Dreading humans so long Joining hands, give solutions no more Waiting for silence to whisper Is a tradition so old. Now the dead wakes from their graves Portraying pictures By giving withered A vibrant face.                                                                                                  Smriti

Crossed A reflection of the Window On the floor And I just crossed                          That 'Door'. A brighter Future Waiting on the other Floor And I envision it With my pure 'Soul'                                                                      Smriti