Remember the days that flew by, veiled in truths, lies, smiles, and goodbyes. But, amid life’s charms, you live by Remember the days that flew by, of regrets, yet tough to bid bye, whispering to be wise at times… Remember the days that flew by, Veiled in truths, lies, smiles, and goodbyes.
I’d just begun…why then do I see the shadows of the end looming venomously, viciously I seek refuge in the soulful notes of the piano; for its lonely chords resonate with my thoughts forcing the torrent of sadness to flow mercilessly… Yet, the heaviness lingers, pulling me down, stealing e’en the wish to look up or to struggle or the will to be free…just free… I let others shatter me to pieces now I reign as a ghost within shattered pieces, each piece home to infinite memories, each memory home to infinite moments stabbing cruelly into all realms of my existence. And I wonder, why did I begin? I cannot pretend not to hear the cliched echoes of a million whispers scream at me, soothing me in their classy way, with the strength born of infinite pain… And I, the silence in the broken pieces, seeking peace…infinite peace…
And I met this woman, a warrior screaming in silence struggling to slay her never-fading demons knowing she will never be called brave for she fights for causes so alien and unknown; not just to the world, but to her too… Yet her fight is real, complex too… The fight to pry her eyes open, and wake up… To breathe in the day, to not give in to her tears and fears that weigh her down To face a world that calls her an arrogant fool as she whimpers in fear within… To be strong as helpers fail; strong enough not to snuff out her hope to be hopeful To accept the fleeting moment of peace as her eyes take in the new moment of the present that brings a true smile to her tired face… I understand her as I return her smile in the watery reflection, and remind her, “Hold on brave one; you’ll be just fine!!!”
How I wish I could weave my cold silence into songs for them who yearn for solace… Mired in the verity of lost ideals, How I wish I could weave my cold silence, though I am one wading in my own fears of expectations and utter setbacks… How I wish I could weave my cold silence into songs for them who yearn for solace…!!!
A canopy of skies and hidden galaxies, magically robed in an ethereal glow, glittering over silent sands and seas of all hues, shining above us- the scattered kinds, seeking prayers… sustaining dreams… granting answers… And how I wish it all to be just and true…!!!