Unsung songs on
The tip of tongue,
Dissipate in
Overused melodies.
Unrealised dreams
From moist eyes
Drown in forgotten
Memories.
Unsent mails.
Unspent time.
Unsold fantasies
In the holster to
Wither in tired
Fragrances.
An unlived life
Mourns in a
Body-bag with
Muffled eulogies.