She keeps laughing, creating waves, like the blinding lightening lest someone should see see her misty eyes n ask the reason.........."why?"
She keeps chatting, throwing words like the cover firearms, so that the sounds of her sobbing heart could pass lest someone should intercept her soul and ask the reason............"why?"
No, she is not afraid.
She can answer all "why's".
But she won't lest all her answers, her misty eyes, her sobbing heart should fall in the swamp of counter accusations, soiled, sink deeper, pulled by the dirt within, lost......
She chooses to strain her muscles to create the perfect, natural sounding laughter.
She chooses to strain her brains to think of words to say.
So that,
In that cocoon her eyes n heart can live to see a day when she can drop her guard and let her eyes be seen shining, and her heart be heard laughing, in a world, on a day, where and when it would be possible.
Till then her lips would laugh
Till then her mouth will talk.
Don't complain why both sound strained...she can't help it.
But one day you will hear a softer laugh, may be a quite sob and muffled whispers, but they would be lighter, brighter, freer. They would sheathe deliverance :)
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कहीं एक उम्मीद सी है दिल के किसी झंरोखे से चुप चाप चली आती है सांस बनकर सिसकियाँ उभार लाती है मरने नहीं देती ज़िन्दगी जलाती है हर लम्ह... -
Your love was like a sea Sometimes the waves touched me sometimes they did not I wanted it to be over..... Sometimes you approached m...
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Poetry where are you ? There, right behind those soft eyelids that guard the little kid's dreams ? Got you ! No ! He opened his ey...
1 comment:
Yes....sumtimes d wait is most important....a perfect timing 2 come out of d cocoon...n raise in dis shining world
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