Monday, 4 April 2011
the strings of life were held so tight and sky lay vast ,
solely to be stared at all that came out was the cries so high pitched
and the musicians absorbed them to their own credits. …
'twas useless trying silence..
being used to modulations,
even the moans formed melancholy notes..
composing a totally different song.
'seemed , had nothing to do with my heartbeats
and much choked breaths chained to my thoughts...
but the dreams were as real as dreams
the smiles were never to wither
the final slice of tears..the first bite of love
tiny feets tapped to the tunes that prevailed,
despite the pain held in the core of their existances..
hundreds of lips breaking into smiles
and realisation- life was not to be in vain...
'twas for musician to play...
there is nothing that/like "nobody knows"
its always the music of life that keeps u going ..
the music that springs from the depths
of all sufferings that you fail to encounter ..
It kisses your ears so tenderly and fades away
in search of others' far far away..
reverebating from every spec of forms you survey around...