May 6, 2013

Dissolve

The flaunting hearts of all aged love. The chocked voice after being in love. The stubborn of being melancholy.The slaves of lost hearts. The chaos of being together again. The definition of kin is still the same. The feelings undergoes permanent change. The silent wishes are whispered in dark nights. Gone with the time, the memory was. A strong piece of reminiscence of passing away of a soul. The detachments are being rolled. The soul rest in peace or not, who knows. The monsters comes in dream for many shows. The night is long and its not that terrific. The morning starts getting dissolved in the night.

1 comment:

dianne said...

Lovely, reflective words dear Swati.
xoxoxo ♡