Words travelogue

on Sunday, 16 June 2013

Often silence
Speaks silently
Like the words taking shape from the key board
On to the screen
And withering away
In a brisk of a time

The response
Utters a ‘like’
With or with out smile on the face

My eyes twinkle
On wet lips
The gulp in the throat
Sinks without notice

Some read aloud silently in their hearts

Stone words on my grave
Have silent eyes

Do not place flowers in silence
Just close your eyes and think the moments
Which we loved to share and couldn't

Now I can feel those colors
In solace
When you turn back and leave
My soul whispers in your heart

All along the way s and years to come



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