Thursday, March 19, 2009

My parachute

Seasons...i see it as colors, shades..each memory of mine has its own..
some grayed ,some tan..i see everything as colors..
i was telling those songs had the fragrance of the time ...
a sunny evening..things were calm..again question came to me.. why cant we recreate those?..
i paused for a minute ..silence between us..sometimes the silence between two persons
has more depth than the words they share..its hard..its hard to break it..and i find peace in silence..
and love?.. said about a book...a guy who cannot get over his love..a trukish writer..
now i am back..back with burden ..no its not burden its just a weight..a strange one..
my memories...and now i see that season in here..that one month ..i sea it without color..
i see it as Black&White..my eyes have grayed out now...i cannot see those colors anymore..
many have walked in and walked out of life...one thing that stayed was silence...
silence between the time when people left..you know it..cos i have scene you also being silent..

1 comment:

Praveen VS said...

The silence has depressed you at time. The same silence has made you stronger most of the times. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was your own silence