There were lights and sounds and unknown mysteries.
Faces were replaceable
And they were replaced often.
Voices were condensed
Muffled to maintain the calm
There was a rugged jar
Which kept all the faces of the world.
And there were oceans around the universe
Which submerged every noise
For these were the penchants of our Master:
Faces were replaceable
And they were replaced often.
Voices were condensed
Muffled to maintain the calm
There was a rugged jar
Which kept all the faces of the world.
And there were oceans around the universe
Which submerged every noise
For these were the penchants of our Master:
A 1000 Concealing Faces
Silence
5 comments:
And maybe every face held a message in a bottle...Waiting for someone to open it. (?) :)
nice one !
Sigh! I shall come here more often. I need to start writing again.
I always found mysteries and silent voices just so paradoxical. Its amazing.
Tangerine that sounds as bewildering!
It provides a completely different vibrant realm of looking at it from my own thought.
For I wanted to comment about the present political scenario.
How a leader changes his face often and how he has the legion of as corrupt followers who can silence everyone and anyone who speaks against them.
Shruti- Oh yeah. The grey noise in the alleys of darkness. It is here the creativity is at its apex. In darkness. For it is all unknown but all accepting. You can describe, darkness, as many times as you want and you'll never be wrong. Darkness is a Creative Paradise.
beautiful, Wish i could play with words to express...
glad to have found you at Indiblogger. voted for you and your newest follower here...AND a regular visitor now.
cheeers,
Kajal
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