Breaking free

There are times when silence becomes golden,

There are times when we yearn for moments stolen.

There are times v blve evry word is true

There are times we wish v never fall through.

 

For all the tears now dried.

For all the tears v ever cried.

For all the things that remained unsaid

Those were the times…my heard bled.

 

Strange are the ways of r heart.

It connects us tho v’re apart.

U hurt a heart with much disdain.

And it wont dare to love you again.

These are the times our hearts refrain.

 

From all the wilderness of our mind.

And all the sorrows thus entwined.

We find a voice in a soothing sway…

Coercing us to hereby stay…

Amidst all the fading strength and hope,

We hear a push to help us cope..

 

I wish to smilingly go along,

Without a sense of right or wrong,

Trudge on d way humming a song,

For these are the times…I craved all life long.

 

ADIOS...

PRATYUSHA