Sometimes paths seem to have no ending,
Sometimes as faint as deepest sleeper's breath,
An echo come as cold as death,
No voices,no silent screams,
Just a sigh profound.
We all have our own time,
We can't fast forward life,
We can't turn back the hands of time,
We long to live moments rest ahead,
We timely assure to spark the flame within us,
Because we always learn to get up after falling.
What is meant to be will be,
There is no reason to give up on everything,
Isolating from family and abandoning the friends won't help even,
Leave the gasping for air and nothing seems fair agenda behind,
Some dreams are born dead and some are brutally killed is a beautiful consolation statement ever made,
Because when everything aches,you gotta move on;life goes on..
6 comments:
True, life moves on, if we don't, it leaves us behind. Gotta keep moving on.
Nice one Sunakshi!
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
That's the beauty of life :)
heyii sweety sorry been absolutely away from the net for a while hence the absence :) but m back now :)
I would agree to it completely , because i did isolate , but at the end of all drama , i had to accept the reality of two words - move on . I like the sincerity in your words , the strings of feelings threaded with words and most of all, the matured mind that braves it boldly ! :)
blog hopped to yours..well written piece..its critical to move on and sometimes even forget :)
One can't live in the past though at times it's good to remember certain events.
Loved thed read.
Yvonne.
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