Abandoned walls, quietly await,
whisper and silence,
that used to play.
Speechless sadness wander,
waiting for the words,
to approve of her claim..

But the smiles,
are glued to the faces…
celebrating the perfect moments,
and the hopes.
And in a silent dark corner,
A lost dream
Gently weeps….

These depressing blogs are gonna be more frequent now… I don’t see anything taking me out of it…I’ve tried my best… it is not easy…

Its like a journey ..in the beginning of which u are given a map…. U knw nothing about that map…. U don’t know where u r at the moment.. u try to read it… some get confused… strt looking for help… which they get as the passerby know that you are a new one… they suggest you the “direction” for your journey… you start moving ahead.. start understanding the map… quite fast… you are appreciated for the way you’d picked up…. You are consistant… moving ahead… things are so clear… and here comes a turn… u knw you cn read the map and find directions… but u prefer holding hands… and…...

You made ur choice my friend…its too late…………

You are your choices…

choices we make in life… can define our success or failure…

The fall of Icarus….

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughinghis field
the whole pageantry
of the year was
awake tingling
near
the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself
sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning.....................