Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Good Riddance

The last time we walked
Into the darkest of the deserts
And amidst the pools of colourblindness,
We watched the planes fly by.
The first time we sat together
In the deepest of blues
And along with the watch tower,
We built a small boat of goodbyes.
Shall I speak to you in your language
Or shall I whisper in your voice?
Lets rest the case here and not speak at all.
For that every moment we looked in our eyes
You saw dependence, I saw good riddance.


Now Playing: Yellow | Coldplay

So I finally wrote. People to thank- three. People change. Times change. What never changes is the fact that you have every day to begin with a new start, to smile to the Sun for giving you life, to just let it be. Forgiveness is a virtue. I am glad to have it at this point in my life. I am also happy to be getting out of the depressing writer's block. I see myself getting back, as far as the writing bit is concerned.