Acrostic
The Art of Vanishing
In shadows deep, I slip away, A quiet drift from light of day. No sound, no trace, no final glance, I vanish softly in life's dance. Through misty veils and silent streams, I fade into forgotten dreams. A whisper lost, a fleeting trace, Erased like footsteps in soft lace. The art of vanishing, so fine, To walk the edge of space and time. Not gone, but neither truly here, A wisp of thought, a fleeting tear. No weight, no burden, no despair, I disappear into the air. The art is in the letting go, To simply vanish, soft and slow. No farewells needed, no goodbyes, Just starlight fading from your eyes. In stillness, I become the breeze, And in my vanishing, find peace.
By Adarsh Kumar Singhabout a year ago in Poets
