Life as it comes..

In the moonlit night, he held her hand, moved so close to her that their inner demons almost could sway away waltzing. “ Have you experienced it?? ” He asked her. “ What? ” She asked, trying to compose her breath going out of control. “ The silence... The silence after your deepest wish gets fulfilled? The silence of rejection The silence of death The silence of reminiscence The silence of awe The silence of a loved one when he has travelled miles away from your thoughts The silence of exhaustion The silence of gratitude when someone understands you right when you need them to The silence just before giving up something for which you’ve fought all your life The silence just after the shrieking scream at delivery The silence after words fail to help you express The silence when you feel you are unknowingly submitting yourself to the labyrinth of silence.... ” After what felt like a lifetime, she replied- “ Maybe I am....experien...

They form a picturesque sight each time I look out of my window they are what give beauty even to a meadow just like us humans in so many ways each one differ from the other,standing unique under the sun's rays they are a poet's inspiration a thought in an artist's imagination blushing away as they canopy over lovers hypnotizing people as each member of its clan hovers Such variety of shapes and hues beautiful, whether fallen or adorned by dews So romantic to realize we breathe its air it changes seasons in the background from that of 'fall' to the season of care  They hide paths falling one over another inspiring discoverers to find one as they stand together Each one has its own tale to tell with their magic turning earth- heaven from hell

So yeah life is a li’l strange when you look at it The struggles you make just to make expectations meet The light rays look uneven, Perspectives differ person to person Why is it that an experience has to be bad to teach you a lesson? The keyhole still has a gap left in it Can your mind bear some more cynicism to it? The pressure cooker’s whistle blows off in the distant Random thoughts in an otherwise blank mind seems to be the latest constant. Your skin maybe white but your shadows remain black How much can you ponder when your character receives much flack? Do you feel tired from all the over thinking? Sleep is no solution for a person having an insomniac living... speculations, Analysis ,decisions an judgments those spoken harsh words,that, to the mind –torments The mind revolves in circles leaving you hazy And you seem to have lost your old self in a path,way too mazy...