From the cocoon..

Its not all the time..
its not always that I feel this low....
but here it is
Am feeling it now!!!

What have you done,
I know not to say.
Or may be it is
whatever you didn't......

In your silence
I shrink back and
into my cocoon
shut myself

There falls a veil
imperceptible but present...
growing with each forgotten conversation
with no ending at all.....

I let it to you
to either let it grow
or to end my recluse
and give me my wings

Tell me now,
what would you do...
There ought to be an end
An end for all li'l talks...
an end for all cocoon life....