Silence...
Broken shreds is what it’ll be.
Busy, busy, and more busy
Give no time to think
Give no time to blink
Go on... move on...
High, always high
Looking back,
Never ever sigh
Silence...
Smiling rains is what it’ll be.
Wet, wet, and more wet
Give no time to dry
Give no time no try
Go on... damp on...
Muddy, always muddy
Pouring drains,
Always cloggy
Silence...
Love would always be.
unheard, unsaid, and more unheard
Give no time to say
Give no time to pray
Go on... live on...
Life, always alive
Red eyes,
Somehow survive
Silence...
Is it how it’ll be?
Silence...
But... yours I would be.
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On D Shore
Dance is the Song... the Wind... the Freedom... Dance is the Hidden Language of the Soul...
Endless
On D Shore
Followers
My few lines...
Like Wind that cannot be captured...
Like Sand that flows through...
Like depth of Ocean that cannot be measured...
Like gushing Rivulet that surges askew...
Heart lives...
Profound, Time Unbound...
Like Sand that flows through...
Like depth of Ocean that cannot be measured...
Like gushing Rivulet that surges askew...
Heart lives...
Profound, Time Unbound...
Yahoo!
It’s not how you forget,
but how you forgive…
It’s not how you listen,
but how you understand…
It’s not how you see,
but how you feel…
It’s the two souls touching,
without a blend.
The two flanking fingers of the hand…
It’s the hold you have,
without the grip...
The true love in all hardships...
but how you forgive…
It’s not how you listen,
but how you understand…
It’s not how you see,
but how you feel…
It’s the two souls touching,
without a blend.
The two flanking fingers of the hand…
It’s the hold you have,
without the grip...
The true love in all hardships...
1 comment:
intense lines... can feel a rush... something running down the veins... silenc eis a strong tool - a double edged tool. hope itz razor sharp edges r not making you bleed...
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