"   Life..."

Life is nothing more than the press of  PLAY  and STOP...
PLAY and your part begins...lots and lots happens in between this 'play' and 'stop'
the twists, turns,monotony,excitement,infatuation,love,relief,anxiety,pain,tears,laughs...
but then....
IT STOPS...
does not really sound very strange to hear all this...this is ONE TRUTH that we subconciously know ...but amidst the daily clanking of life we become oblivious to this fact...
and this strangeness hits in the face when we lose a closed one...someone we had talked with..
stayed with...laughed with...cried with..had cracked jokes on...had been laughed at by...
All comes to stop.........FULL STOP....
Places,people,things,expressions remind us of this lost somebody in every way possible...
THE TRUTH IS they aren't anymore in physical form...but may be if HE takes inn something...he does give back something for sure..and that is----
memories to be cherished..to let go the pain through tears as you flip the pages of the gone-by's life...
The memories may haunt you or make you realise again that this is the LAW of nature and shall go on....without  A FULLSTOP...
the void can't be filled...infact should not be filled..that is all because of the love u shared with them...
but try making the void graceful...with tears of gratitude...tears of love ...
 not with pain...

" SILENCE ...TO ...SPEECH"

 

Away from the daily clanking of forks,

the thump of rock music, the blare of car horns,

the fluteless rhymes...

the resounding holllow crystal chimes ...

Sat the 'silence' glancing the noises ...

the serenity of this silence was such..

that the quiteness of snow falling over previous icy white spread

could be heard so much..

it's this silence which dropped the chill of breeze to my eardrums...

it's this silence which knocks with the grand roar in the sea shell as a distant echo...

this silence, which bolted in itself the expression of love..

sometimes just by a smooth union of eye lashes

and sometimes by the lift of the eye brow...

yes I am talking of this silence...

it wished to 'handover' itself...

to be a part of a deprived shadow..

yet, who would LOVE THIS SILENCE....

LIVE THIS SILENCE...

AND SOMEDAY INDISPUTABLY 'LOSE' THIS SILENCE...

although a proficient silence has a sway over all speech...

BUT someday this proficient silence has to be unchained...

because that's the moment when

PERSEVERANCE BECOMES PASSION...

THORN BECOMES THRONE..

AND A DILEMMA FLOWERS OUT A PROCLAMATION...

Still sitting in the same corner...

It peeks into the heart of every onlooker...

searching for an apt custodian...

In that grayish night...

and the night lamp's blinding flashy light...

silence holds its throb as a ragged lean catches its eye...

it knew...this was the end oh its search...

he takes the 'silence' by the ocean...

silence calmly sat by his side...

this little silence was the key to his grand jostle within..

And hence he Lets it GO...

into the snarl of that sea...

BY SPEAKING....to THEE..

The flash when all his dugged in thought cloud came out...

as a cry of gratitude..an urge of anger and sometimes a shout

' this silver Silence to the Golden speech' had pulled off its goal...

AND HAD YET AGAIN RELIEVED ANOTHER SOUL...