Echoes that are never heard…..
There was a time when we used to share mischievousness, ecstasy, sorrow and what not
The room used to be filled with life
But not anymore!
Room these days, craves for someone to spell out even a single word
You’d know only if you’ve been in that room
But you’d never know that
I’ve heard that room rehearses her echoes to make it bolder
To make other people pay attention at her
To strength the memories she had, the happiness she shared
But she only made far to
Voice of silence, voice of the mourning
Voice of never fading echoes
Every now and then, the wind blows passing by the room
But this one time,
When curtains in the room billowed in the breeze
The first breeze to hit,
Brought news of the demise of the people
People who used to live in that room
Every day, now and then, I’ve heard that room cries in silence
Cries that are never heard and never fading
The neighbors complained, sometimes soundless echoes are heard
Echoes that persist for longer period, whose time you could never figure out
Echoes that were enough to make you cry and feel the pain
Every day, now and then, I’ve heard that room cries in silence
With echoes that are never heard and never fading
