symphonic silences … … …
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it felt, as it should feel.
it felt a calm, the rarest kind, one that cannot be left behind.
those symphonic silences, that time, are all that i savour, in each scribble, in every rhyme … … …
Archive for February 28, 2016
sentinels … … …
Wisdom of Confucius
thoughts whizz past, embers meant never to last,
leaving memories behind, grappling fears in spaces of the blind,
memories, with all their nostalgic tugging,
stand blurred, hazy sentinels against excessive lugging,
sentinels, silently harbouring, threads of you, and of me,
sentinels, hewn into our being, protecting the persistence of memory … … …
Scribbled Verse 