turn the page
Across the street the shadow crossed
Amidst the lights ‘n sounds of life
Another turn and then was lost
Another turn and then was lost-
Without a word, without a cry
The time traveled like washed in tide
A gilded truth turned naked lie
The empty road in the melted dark
The chill ‘o air of silence breathes
Splashes of time, indelible mark!
Splashes of time, the indelible mark-
Words worth once seem nickel and dime?
Questioned against the ethos still
Music and lyrics can no more rhyme.
Not worldly wise emotions are
Across the street, as left behind
Those logics of life resonating afar
No one to break the silence
No one to question me-
No one to deny this pleasure
In the emptiness I see…
Left me where I stood-
You believed I could…
Oh ya! You believed I could…just
Turn the page ‘n wash the inks
The impressions inside I would hide
The silent tear in sudden moments
I couldn’t betray… sorry, I couldn’t hide
Labels: our sweetest songs are those that speak of our saddest thoughts...
7 Comments:
Awesome...mindblowing...one of ur best works till date.
thanks might :)
well... dunno but after a long time i just wrote sumthing n it came just as a flow for abt 5 min. n then pop! the screen inside went blank... it wud be nice if there were a tune n this wud be a song...
WOW just mind blowing!
Keshi.
"Words worth once seem nickel and dime"
Superb pun on Wordsworth. Excellent work. I am glid you didn't hide this :-)
@ keshi...
thanks for the appre'... gave me a lotta happiness scribblin this!!
@ parth
therez nothin to hide :) if u hide, aint words worth man :) n ya.. life has changed, words have changed.. people have changed.. wish everythin were in sync.. alas..
I like this!! well done..
explore this a bit more, please? what are you trying to say?
Not worldly wise emotions are
Across the street, as left behind
Those logics of life resonating afar
@ mystic rose..
"...Not worldly wise emotions are
Across the street, as left behind
Those logics of life resonating afar.."
emotions do not follow the grammar outlined in the texts.. maybe even if u teach, the mindscape reacts differently... n across the streets.. is like the cross road of life where u separate from people, from emotions.. from ur dreamz, desires... from where reality takes over n washes u away to the other side.. all arnd there wud be resonance.. of all wayz n means to hold true what happened... justification of the present.. deeds... n in the hollow of ur mind.. the vacuum of ur heart... ud just feel the gong hit hard :)
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