When and How

A question of when.Than of how.
Not that it matters. Any more. Either way.


He knew exactly in what colour the end would turn around. He saw it even before the start. Blues in shades of darkness like it is on a thunder struck night in the valley of the dead.


He would hide in dark poetry. And,in even darker songs. And, when everything fails he would take that long, windy road that will take him to the hills and beyond. For solace. For answers. And, for fables that tells of love. hope. dreams. and, promises.


Not that he cared. Not that it mattered. Not that he had a choice.


He moved ahead. And, he moved much farther beyond.


A man with the least care in the world. He was one.




Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Friday, April 27, 2012 4:17 PM | 0 comments |
Blue
Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Sunday, April 15, 2012 12:43 PM | 0 comments |

The park and a bench in the dark

She would choose the one in the far corner of the park; the one farthest. Always.


He just followed. Finding comfort in her company and solace in her tales---of relationship broken, love lost, and of tales from another land. He listened, eyes widened.


The stars would shine down on most days. The breeze would tease. They sat as the clock would tick till it was time for them to leave.


That was another world. Another lifetime ago. He now wonders what would have happened to that bench in that park. And, to her.


Would she tell his tale to another someone in another bench in another park? He wonders as he remembers his yesteryears, and her.

Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Tuesday, March 13, 2012 6:40 AM | 0 comments |
Have you ever wished for the plane to crash?
Without you wanting to die

I often did.
But I don’t know why!
Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Sunday, April 24, 2011 6:20 AM | 0 comments |

He Remembers

He sat on a moonlit night. On the root of a dead tree. He remembers.

The clouds overhead sped away as the winds whizzed past him by. He remembers that too.
Was it a Wednesday? Or, a Saturday like tonight?
He is not so sure.

The moon dived down.
He sat there. Still.

Waiting.
But she never came.
Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Saturday, March 19, 2011 1:52 PM | 0 comments |

Not a thing to lose

The blank wall has been the subject of his untamed attention since he doesn’t even remember when. Is it from the day he lost his trust in all things human? Or, the day he lost it all? He can’t recollect it. But, now he doesn’t even care.

What else can he lose? Merely the vacuum of his love!

Or, possibly not the hurt in him!

No one can steal away this only source of strength.

What else can he gain?

Whatever is left behind after he lost his everything!

Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Monday, May 3, 2010 12:41 PM | 0 comments |

Looking Back

He counted the years backwards.

Just flashes of black and white memories that don’t explain enough for him to accept what happened the day March came to an end.

Tired of trying, yet not ready to give up on a dream he took all these years to build. He hanged on for too long there. Like a soldier unwilling to come back from the war.

He then took the road ahead. And, never looked back!

Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Friday, April 30, 2010 5:17 AM | 0 comments |