These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Life in the Ivory Tower

I walk the roads and what do I feel
Gloom, depression, fear
I glance the roads and what do I see
Grey, looming clouds and age-old trees
I listen to what sound there is
I hear the dripping of a million tears
Unshed, unvoiced by the scholars’ minds
All yearning for a minute’s peace

10th August 2001
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...
Dear dearest, these are your love songs: