silent whisper

mood : nostalgic

As i look out there in the dark...
i find nothing really..
i hear nothing really..
Everything is hibernating in the concrete cocoons,
At some far distance,A strange bird is screaming.....screaming at the top of its throat..
And may be no one is listening...but it keeps screaming.

i hear tung-tang of rickshaws...one or two may be passing by..
sounds so enigmatic in the silence.

i look in the sky,glistening with stars,i try to gaze..far..far most i can...
wondering where the horizon ends.
wondering where are my pals out tonight?

And i remember that morning..may be in some winter
when i was too sleepy to go for school
But as i went out and met that morning that beautiful one...
The fog rolling up there covering the blue sky..
That chilly breeze touched my face..my eye..
Falling Dewdrops that i catch in my hand..
That river i roved once or twice..
That very own empty street i used to walk....
And walk and...that walk is still remembered..
In hustle,Its the silent whisper of my soul..
Gives me the ultimate bliss...
tunnels me back where i belong..
gives me the flare to fly..with my dreams.

Sometimes in crowd i look for those faces..
that innocence...that love..
those silly games..
And when i feel lost in that crowd,
That silent whisper calls me back.. ... ..