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Rays of hope...

These days,
I can hear my heart saying
its time
you confront your life,
its time
you nourish dreams
fill some colours
to the grey grey world

And I followed it, added a colour, a crimson colour full of life. I can feel the spaces inside my heart getting filled with sight and smell of rose and sounds of echoing laughter. I can feel it growing fonder, quieter, warmer then ever. I am struggling for words to paint my heart. There are thousands of them.As it usually happens, in these moments I find it difficult to choose the best of them...all of them dearer, all of them nearer...I am sitting quite till they grow strong enough to break the barricade erected long time back. I am waiting for the day they unfold their wings again, to touch the vast blueness above.

These days, I can hear my heart saying the day is not far...

Comments

Anonymous said…
hi aklanta

though you leave sometimes you are never away

here you bring rays of hope with you each time in a colorful ray

let the color of life in your heart on and on to stay.
AaaDee said…
Your words painted my heart in the most beautiful colours..

keep up the good work..!!
Ghetufool said…
beautiful words!
adi said…
...when love returns in your life
ab ye mat kehna ki mujhe iske alawa kuch soojhta nahi :)
Kirti Pandey said…
Reach out and touch the Rainbow, smell the rain mixed earth, let go...
Aklanta, you seem to be on some threshold of joy and Good luck to you.

Kirti
--Sunrise-- said…
The day is not NEAR, for me...
Movie Mazaa said…
thats a real optimistic one!
:)
Anonymous said…
you don't reply the mail i sent
you don't reply the comments i left,
you no longer even care to post.

i know u dont care to reply this comment also but wondered,

wot colour is it for you now
Aditya said…
Your blog is nice. I think you should add your blog at www.blogadda.com and let more people discover your blog. It's a great place for Indian bloggers to be in and I am sure it would do wonders for your blog.
totaramkiaaatma said…
I too have a question?
how do u reply bak to so many lovely and lyrical comments
Pallavi said…
Its always nice to open our hearts to something which we sometimes take for granted.. look forward and you will get your path.. :)

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