A part of my name was always in your name and this amazes me.
I never told you and never heard it. But when morning sun rises its especially assigned metaphor does too. Bless hope. Burn hope.
I never told you but I wonder if you kind of knew. You know, kind of. And wonder is the keyword. Because what else are we capable of? Oh existential dread.
I want to write something poetic. If I thought of you long enough, maybe I could. But who has the energy? I mean, even you would know that. Neither of us.
Some tears rolled down..
In my heart’s clustered town.
They cause movements.
They rolled further down
To the center of the town.
They cause commotions
And yet they traveled more
To the point that made me sore.
They made me live again!
P.S. Thankyou Moniba for the superb additions to my writing.
is not a symbol of pride.
its not always ego.
Silence is a silent expression-
of what I want you to see.
of what I have always wished for you to find out!
Silence is the power of heart.
It holds up relations by saving them from harm.
Silence is the art of saying it all — without the need of words!