Silence is the language of the unheard. It sounds pretty strange. I could comment on it a little more If i could explain what I felt. Sometimes it's inaudible, Sometimes it screeches like hell. Sometimes it resides within us, Sometimes it's everywhere.
I have been to the mountain. I have been to the sea. Met many people yet here are we. Standing a feet apart, looking into the eyes. What do you see? You see you and I see me.
Sometimes you can see that the person in front of you loves you but you cannot reciprocate the same because they never announced their love to you.
Sometimes you can see that the person doesn't actually love you even though they scream at top of their voices that they do.
Sometimes the words are needed but sometimes the words just aren't enough.
I guess love for the most part of it's controversial existence has just been a stroke of luck.
You keep hitting the stones together not knowing which one is going to give off the sparks and even if it does you won't know for sure that it will be enough to ignite the fire.
Love finds its way through closed roads, abandoned streets and forbidden kingdoms often tainted with blame framed without trials executed without thought.
Love finds it's way through execution escapes alive but remains buried within the Chambers of heart....
We all are Spidermen..swinging from weekend to weekend, leaping from one job to another.. with the buildings getting higher and higher, blocking the sky..the Swinging continues forever and ever leaving us trapped in our cobwebs.
Taking decisions influenced by your limitations is sometimes like taking decisions under the influence of drugs.
While the limitation itself may or may not be real, your repeated decisions make it more and more real until it's established that you can't do something.