For a many words we hv xchnged...Today he sounds estranged.
Unusual silence wraps him in...
In shape n size d time thins
Making me curious makes me think
In wonder a million time I blink ...Think I think..I kp on thinkng...
Watchng d moon,I kp on blinking...
The silence that wraps around him,
Whispers a thousand things,
Of the days of the nights,
Of the long lost beings...
His silence is a sad song
Wondering wat went wrong ...
Or maybe it's an illusion..
The sadness looking for seclusion
Never shall he narrate his story...
The little mind dwell in mystery..
The stories untold,So many thoughts unrolled,
some things to give some things to hold,
Some old things better are sold..
Gone is the tommorow.. Gone is its tale..
Make your today a fairytale!
Sing a song of happy note..
With every word u hapily quote
Like every step a first,
Like d curiosity d thirst,
The sweet lullaby that he shall make
The goodwill and for his own sake..?
YOU ARE READING
Her Unheard Story
PoesíaHere are all spoken words raging inside... For now I shall write them all.. Let them be read.. Let them be heard.