'I'm a thinker, though not always a good one.. I think I'm a flicker, rarely predictable and do not have a schedule or an ambition to write bigger. I write, because sometimes writing leaves a mark in ways nothing else can.. I don't write consistently, but when I do, I feel like the quiet is listening. I don't know how it works, maybe no one does.
As someone once said, " What is written belongs to the beholder." So maybe it means something. Or maybe it's just words..'
To gaze upon the azure sky,
And let the mind be free of thought,
Is bliss beyond what words can say,
The best of feelings ever sought.
...
Your silence is a wall
That I cannot break through
Your words are a drought
That parches my soul
...
Through the fissures of the ancient gate
I hear the echoes of the bygone days
I hold the relics of the faded age
I stitch the fragments of the lost page
...
A whisper in your ear
A hidden truth or lie
A warning you must hear
Before you say goodbye
...
The world speaks
But only whispers
Inaudible to the restless
Only the still can listen
...