Voices soft run sharp die out
Sounds resonate in a wait
Thoughts float like a tune
Words spoken linger
Unspoken vibrate and remain
Weary winds are calm today
The world must fade and give way
No choice just an order
The music remains forever
in this world and the next
Two voices and a smile
Glazed warm tears retreat
Fleet of clouds drinking in the moonlight
Leaving only darkness for me to posses
The dew has to vanish
Leaves now travel through dust and heap up
Dead odours bringing back memories
Flaming visions
Delightful dreams
Creations so vivid that it makes reality blur
All that now remains is a smile.
4 comments:
Ooh... Is Indian Express too traumatic? ;) A weird mixture of sorrow and joy. Intriguing!
And hey check out my old blog :D You'll like the new entry, I'm sure. (Hehe, shameless advertising, I know!)
exactly.. a wierd mixture.. but goood as always..
like 'all good things' eh? ;-) lovely!!!
hehe wierd or not ..u were definitely feeling complicated when you wrote it ..lol but hey it still rocks ..well dont ask why ...i mean sheesh by now u shoulda go the hint ...YOU WROTE IT thats why ..
lol btw busybusybusy girl msg or call back !
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