The night silence tells stories,
Of time and painless insecurities,
I wonder what makes surprise on your lips,
Not knows how you feel, Sterling Queen.
These words, tell fiction to you,
Till it becomes non-fiction,
Dearest, I told myself pain walks with me,
And, a single thought of yours,
I am writing to your ugliest beauty,
My love is not of skies and oceans,
Darkness flows in thoughts of me.
Oh! The Sterling Queen,
I fear to love your aliveness,
A writer awakes the nakedness,
Beneath the unspoken desires of rest,
Let us see each other now.