Sunday, March 27, 2011

Life, now.

at first it was a silence. preferred.

and days went by. living in the breath of silence. or so it felt. those crowded rooms. unheard voices. disguised faces. eyes can lie, without the mind. and conscience takes some time to wake. choices remain. a haunting dream. yet alone. through the night and day. life. rage. grief. be.

am i out of the silence, yet ?



Aparna -- I do like this piece of prose. It contains feelings similar to mine -- barbara

lines n shades said...

thank you Barbara :) glad to have connected.

AJ said...

very nice and interesting

LKHarris-Kolp said...

Great piece... I can relate.

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