When the pains
Talk
I silently listen.
When the sufferings
Play
I am a silent spectator.
But I laugh, laugh, laugh
Louder than the sobs.
The sobs betrothed
Eternally to tears.
The sobs hiding dread
But nourishing my fears.
But they are indeed
Weak, Weak , really Weak.
The sound, the noise;
The voice.
Ineffectually lingering
In voids.
undecipherable, undecipherable
Those sobs and those tears.
Tall,towering, mountainous;
yet deeper than the sea.
Loud and clear,
Colossal forever,
My laughter, not my tears.
2 comments :
fear and pain are the teachers and it dosen't have to always bring the best of you........mind it
Nicely Quoted the feelings ... :)
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