Fabled Zilch


So many words, unheard,

Talk to you.


Or move on

With a smile

Like nothing happened.

Your tomorrow is like

A burning Sun,

You feel the heat.

It’s creepy from this point,

But wait,

It’s not dark.

You buy hopes,

Not arty candles.

You buy organic hopes

That burn

And make a thousand Suns,

Gusting up the radiance.

So many words, untouched,

Hide inside,

Like mystery unsolved.


Was never here,

Tomorrow is awake,

In daydreams.

Tomorrow is not

Buried unutilized

In droplets of obscurity.

Tomorrow is the reward

To the words.

Tomorrow hides

On your path ahead.


Or move on

With a smile.

That inkling

Was a fabled zilch.




Author: Archita

Musings about life and photography.

13 thoughts on “Fabled Zilch”

  1. The trees in the distance almost look like men on horseback. Zilch is sad end to the fable.

So what do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: