Pic Courtesy : TechCube Consulting When the sun starts to sink And the moon begins to rise There is a moment of bliss Twilight, not a sight to miss Yet you do, you just walk through Its not the sight, but the coming night When Darkness spreads its wings With each passing second the voices die All you hear is the sound of silence...
Then and now A comparison too deep Yet too shallow to speak Then an unwritten page White as snow Now an incomplete book Full of memories, mistakes and deeds Dark as the thunder cloud Rumbling and roaring I soar, with the plains beneath Then, hiding Moms back my invisibility cloak Or in the darkness of the cupboard i used to soak Now, we...
Pic Courtesy : TheWritersRock.Com Sometimes, Just sometimes people ask me What makes you write? My answer, an ignorant smile No i don't mock you question Its just a predefined defensive line Not to speak and smile away Or the memories burried will find their way What makes you write? i ask to my inner self My partner in crime my friend in need...