We live in the story
We grow in the story
We don't care for anything else
Words are our glory
We breathe in the story
We talk in the story
Somedays we do go on writing
Without any other worry
Day turns night
Night turns day
Lost, we are
In our own beautiful way
However lost we maybe
We don't fail to see around
The world which goes on moving
In silences and sound
Words make way
For more of them to sway
They convey what our soul
Cannot dare to say
Our soul if speaks out loud,
Somedays we'd hear no sound
Cause we learnt to smile in silence,
Words make our emotions be found
Silence is silent
And our voice is focal
We think our own thoughts
Coz it's vocal for local.
The voice of a smile,
Unfortunately isn't heard by many
They all want words and sounds
As if gestures don't matter any.
Author's Note
Jamming session with cchinu
Do you think silence speaks?
YOU ARE READING
MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoesíaJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
