Sitting in this silence…I can't escape from.
Words trickle and images fly in my head,
Senselessly.
Say something…Whisper anything.
This silence…is killing me.
Set my heart on fire,
only then I’ll know I’m alive.
Mouth moving…Acidic words dropping
Let me burn…only then I'll know I'm alive.
Push me down…Hear me scream,
Only then I’ll know I’m alive.
posted by Anil Shenoy at 2:19 PM
1 Comments:
If words are trickling and images are flying
Then it is upto us to make sense out of it,
Nothing happens in futile,
it is in those very words and pictures that you can see the life -- the one gone by, the one you are living right now and the beautiful one that is yet to come...
let not the silences bog you down... those are there so that you can muse and look within and find the spark that promises to do away with the engulfing darkness all around...
thats how it works coz thats how it is! promise!
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