Saturday, August 29, 2009

Echo..


No matter how far I go,

there’s a space where I’m more alive, than dead…

more distant, than close…

Walking ahead to nowhere,

something I remember with no trace of memory…

smile hidden in the way or are they lost??

In winter, it’s always cold….

even when you believe in magic..

And some heart songs remain unanswered forever..

As all noises die, still there’s no silence around…

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Silhouette


Gathering up the perfume from the lost flowers…
They say it's not beautiful anymore cos the fragrance is lost forever
Shadows of cool breeze, I saw them through moonlight;
and saw the path and slivering through I’m not sure what it were;
I heard a familiar voice;
On my warm face the breeze was kind and warm.
The silence seemed to speak……..
All ramblers seem to add to the charm of the moment ….
Still something was missing and the rustling of leaves grew louder..
And the voice says within me that’s
There’s no beauty in me anymore……..
Even when I’m searching for right words…
I wish if I could know me through….

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