My Poem..

I use to write few lines
for, some weigh my words
but I love 'others'..
who weigh its meaning.

Hope.....

                                                 

                             from the burial ground of silence
                             with wind , comes a ray of hope...
                             whispering the eternal truth of re-birth
                             bearing crest of thorns, green.
                            
                            

Silence

The essential sound we should lend our ears to is our heart beat. But most of us don't even have  time to breath, really we are missing the rhythm of our life by ignoring this beautiful sound. It is this sound which makes you live, so it can change your mind too. Think of a soldier at war or a child in front of mic, the stamping sound of life makes us feel the power of a clenched fist.

Nostalgia..........