Blue of Blank

The words that are in look out for the escapade

Getting lost s’where in the massiveness of midst–

Either transforming into whispers;

Or getting guise of unspoken.

The words that had become promises and vows

Becoming shadows in vast crowd of memories–

Neither leaving  us even we ran fast, try harder

Nor letting us forget completely, remaining as posit.

Words and memories getting entangle

Feelings and senses becoming numb

As I tried to end this scribble

Daily Prompt: Massive