They say silence is a source of great strength; so can it be for weakness. When words are replaced with silence, not always does it remain pleasant and comfortable. Sometimes, it haunts with loud shudders of the heart. Yeah, silence has a real sound that is capable of turning truths into lies and projecting illusions as realities. It’s exhausting to the core.
There’s work throughout the day and not enough sleep at night. There are words swallowed and peace slain. The deepest feelings begin to unnerve. Why am I enervated? Is it because of the draining days and sleepless nights? Am I following a dream I didn’t choose to? Am I missing something that I can’t hold? Am I fleeing from my own thoughts? Is what I am running from, the one that I should be running towards? The answers are truly blurred.
The water fallsWith the fallen leavesWhich make no soundAs the season spells fall.They flow togetherAs the stream flowsTo sink in the bed of beauty Steered by the scream of streams.
As autumn (season of fall) arrives in one’s life, at times, they (leaves) surrender to the closest cascade (waterfall) silently with no choice, even after which the unfulfilled memories follow the time’s (stream’s) flow to the bed (death) at the end of one’s beautiful life that would have been lived with the desired content and joy (screams).
❝They say I'm an adamant child.
What else would I do?
I wish I wasn't born.
I know it's too late.
I'm 14 now.
There's another wish.
I've locked it in out of fear,
of being labeled a monster.
I wish to see "Her" in the coffin.
An awfully silent weekend! For many of us, silence after a long tiresome week may seem better. But it’s the reverse for me, may be because I happened to be the one & only child of my family. I consider time worthy at most times, only when a lot of people involve, or at least those eye-candies of mine. It all depends on who we are, and where we’ve been. Its some sort of mirror that shows our inner self.
My friends often describe me a funny chatterbox, which few others may find contradictory too! Most cherished Friday after very long gap! Lunch break – only Freak Out hour for day scholars. As you can guess, Continue reading →