Beach side,
originally uploaded by Sapna Anu B. George.
A footstep so smooth,
the words so candid,yet strong
the mind so full of empathy
came stright up to my heart,
knock knock knock, are we there?
are we still strangers too?
The long pile of stories of life,
unfolded, into thy lap,with tears,
some horrid,some slimy,yet so true.
solutions came,step to be taken for
knock knock knock, are we there?
are we still strangers too?
Moments of silence with tears
emotions with high voltage
darkness so deep and fathemless
yet with keyboard and word of whisper
you brought a ray of hope and light
life has habits of sprouting,
if given the right kind of light,
the right kind of manure,which,
oozed out from words of wisdom.
knock knock knock, are we there?
are we still strangers too?
Ray of light sprouted,so also life,
from with in me,and my words,
has wings of fire,which pasted
right into paper,poems and news.
the thrill didnb t last much
black venoms of fire of satan
swirled around me,eating me up.
knock knock knock, are we there?
are we still strangers too?
The silence,depicted as b ignoreb
lag and other chitchats of words
argument,words of war and SILENCE.
life went off action,search,search
no sound, no light, no life.
SILENCE SILENCE AND SILENCE
knock knock knock, are we there?
are we still strangers too?
