It was a long night. Thermometer recorded (-)4 degree centigrade. My thoughts are also frozen….I could feel the invaluable aspect of life retreating like the descending note of serenade…..
Every good things comes to a grinding halt ---
Just that memories last -----
Memories regarding the follies, quaint and archaic aspirations, unspoken sentiments with maudlin appeal, umbrage over perenniel losses, footprints of silenced ardor ----
Let the echo of my silence & the limpidness of love create of veil of protection around you ---- as I move on, just feel a lump on my throat & excruciatingly poignant pain of ravaging woe ---
But life goes on and on! Loss is mine ---- just mine!
That's the end of words ----- anthem of the silenced soul!
