Moments melting Blue in the canvas of silence,
This serene splash of loneliness,I save it in my heart.
The Blue wing of my imagination is getting deeper
And I feel I am being followed from the ancient time.
Then I stoop to myself to find out who is it
And all I hear is me and only me from long back.
Now I believe in my existence,these moments
with all it's silence told me so many things.
All it craved was some words from me,
Here I try to give some to it,can you see?
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
Moments melting Blue in the canvas of silence,
This serene splash of loneliness,I save it in my heart.
The Blue wing of my imagination is getting deeper
And I feel I am being followed from the ancient time.
Then I stoop to myself to find out who is it
And all I hear is me and only me from long back.
Now I believe in my existence,these moments
with all it's silence told me so many things.
All it craved was some words from me,
Here I try to give some to it,can you see?
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