Hands of clock seem to run apart from each other....
black tuns into grey day by day....
vision goes low and dark...... dim and fading
its then that my thoughts try to escape from the prisons of memories,
heart; coward, they call it! i wonder how it all changed!.....Coward, yes its true....so coward that it gets alarmed at its own beat.
Body and soul call for rest and they say "Take a New Breath of Life"...
World grows dim, with the colors fading one by one..
But, apart from all these, the best thing one can do is to give away the best gift from god; "REMEMBRANCE"...
Tricky, i call it......punishes my weak heart when am in sorrow......
But pain is what one gets from it...... or perhaps, that was the reason why it was given to us!!!
People and love are its tools, tools that can pierce my heart in a moment and ther i lay... dead!!!!
Forget it!!!! can i?
never!!
the day i let go my gift ; "remembrance" will be the day when i see this world for the very last time...
but why does this coward heart never let it go anyway?
is that because it loves to suffer the pain yet be happy with the lovely treasures of memories??
or ??????
black tuns into grey day by day....
vision goes low and dark...... dim and fading
its then that my thoughts try to escape from the prisons of memories,
heart; coward, they call it! i wonder how it all changed!.....Coward, yes its true....so coward that it gets alarmed at its own beat.
Body and soul call for rest and they say "Take a New Breath of Life"...
World grows dim, with the colors fading one by one..
But, apart from all these, the best thing one can do is to give away the best gift from god; "REMEMBRANCE"...
Tricky, i call it......punishes my weak heart when am in sorrow......
But pain is what one gets from it...... or perhaps, that was the reason why it was given to us!!!
People and love are its tools, tools that can pierce my heart in a moment and ther i lay... dead!!!!
Forget it!!!! can i?
never!!
the day i let go my gift ; "remembrance" will be the day when i see this world for the very last time...
but why does this coward heart never let it go anyway?
is that because it loves to suffer the pain yet be happy with the lovely treasures of memories??
or ??????