No more do I wish to hear...These noises I am unable to bear...Wish to rise above such pretence...Wish to get back the solemn silence...Need the sound free of all fear
A sound that’s music to the ear...
No more do I wish to hear...These noises I am unable to bear...Wish to rise above such pretence...Wish to get back the solemn silence...Need the sound free of all fear
A sound that’s music to the ear...
I heard a thousand sounds rumbling…..it is growing louder by the second…tearing each part of me apart...
The whistling wind rushing by....the soft breeze touching by...
Leena Guha Roy
My soul was not alone then…..My dreams have gone to be with her….
I entered into my room…..white washed wall became a black shadow in front of my eyes…
I was trying to switch on……but no light was there...
I could find one unknown morge where my dreams were brawling..... ......putrid corps of my dreams have been halfeaten by millions of ants....
I opened the window in the dark night.....and for the first time after the death of my grand father.........
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Is my silence finding some words?..........
Everything has been lost in the galaxy...... like my grand father...................
Leena Guha Roy