Echoes of silence: A poem by Deepti Gupta

The wind crashes against the window pane
Rattling every glass as it passes every lane
It howls and swishes; gushing through corridors
Of broken hopes, dead desires, and decaying infected sores
The wind now screeches and screams
Wanting a release from hopeless dreams
Startled to a halt by the sleight of fate
Restlessly staring at an endless wait
For another dose of empty and more of nothing
With a dollop of hurt that the future will bring
When will it see that this is the end?
This journey is over, no more fences to mend
This wanting is like flirting with the devil
The blood is unseen after it makes its kill
Silence ensues, the wind dies down
Leaving behind its shattered crown
Now the lanes echo of hushed silence
Words unsaid and an unfinished sentence