There seems to be stalemate in life... nothing to say , nothing to hear how to bear, as life tumbles into the ocean of nothingness, nothingness camouflaged by busyness, the heart dissolves into emptiness
All your posts talk of being 'busy' and 'empty' these days. Accept it, this is real life. Moments of togetherness... of joy... of golden silences...are few....
Infact I don't feel moments of togetherness and joy are few. But I can't get over the fact that we all seem to be hiding behind these busyness as a cover to face reality.
All your posts talk of being 'busy' and 'empty' these days. Accept it, this is real life. Moments of togetherness... of joy... of golden silences...are few....
ReplyDeleteNice poem though.
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ReplyDeleteInfact I don't feel moments of togetherness and joy are few. But I can't get over the fact that we all seem to be hiding behind these busyness as a cover to face reality.