In the interstices of time
was caught the pause
hung like mists, from my ceiling
The pause was your silence
where my emptiness was swelling
and like the mist, drop by drop
threatening to drown my room
it kept drowning my words.
was caught the pause
hung like mists, from my ceiling
The pause was your silence
where my emptiness was swelling
and like the mist, drop by drop
threatening to drown my room
it kept drowning my words.
nice one . but sometines silence is a symbol of rejecting somebody. why should we break ourselves thinking about those lesser mortals. Anwesh
ReplyDeleteyes quite true but then we dont let our selves break by accepting that silence but by living that silence we let our selves only grow....it helps one to understand oneself rather than to deny ....it never stops you from looking beyond to others and create new meanings anf relationships in life but it does with more care rather than nonchalance.....
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