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18 MAR AT 23:13
They ask me that why am i like this.. and i just sit there listening to what they say.. They tell me about the wanderers of skies and i look at them with a blank face as if i don't know at all that what they mean..
they tell me about griefs and sorrows.. about lonliness and the feeling of it.. amd i just smile at them.. unaffected...
they may take me as unsympathetic.. or i maybe just returning the favour..
they tell me to listen to the melody of the atmosphere with wind playing the music and birds drumming around and i just remain silent trying to make them hear the most melodious voice of the universe...
they tell me about books and poems about a beautiful verse or a fascinating cover as if i know nothing about them so i talk about life and they fail to understand the relationship..
then they have a look at those pages out there..
thrown painted with words ..
they read them and the melody of silence screams🤘
they ask me how i write about love as of i know it a lot and i want to say how someone makes me feel loved as if i am the last person alive and how much i love her..
they ask me why i write..
and i tell them..
'cause i have been with the wanderers of skies..
i have seen that different universe and i have failed myself a billion times..
i have known people.. i have seen them changing..
so i write away my emotions to a blank page...
18 MAR AT 19:26