Whispers of a silent Night
As I walked down the silent and calm street
With the playful breeze swirling around me
There came to me a whisper that moment
The whisper of a strong but sweet love
The essence of that love was magical
Unknown but strangely familiar
Tantalising and hurting
But very playfully soothing
And the next instant , the whisper died down
And the night continued to go on as before
But something suddenly faded from then on
The magic of the calm and silent night
5 comments:
unrequited love is tempestuous... so said some great poet. i think i have amnesia. cant remember the authors/poets of the stuff that i read.
did tht really happen ?
NO i dont think this is unrequited love...This is more a sorrow a heaviness of the heart...caused because there is an empty space inside longing ...calling out to be comlete.The mind cannnot ,alas , help other than to give it fleeting glimpses of what it might feel like.but not everlasting.I know the feeling. I also have felt it long ago before I decided not to......
Yes love is indeed the cure . but how , when, these are the answers we do not know
invincible - yes, many a time ... have felt it often ...
kickasso - u r right, it aint unrequited love .... I also have felt it long ago before I decided not to...... [ pls fill up the blanks ]
poison - tempestous ... huh ??? well well well .... i accept ur words, guru ...
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