It was astounding sitting under the stars, the words were set free out of all bars, emotions and feelings were ready to pour, as if someone had opened long awaited doors.
There was so much to share and speak, which was full of depth though sounding weak, asking each other to share the pain, without any hidden profits or monitory gains.
The heart was pondering on all we felt, as if trying to hold an ice cube which is ready to melt, relationships and love was the subject of the talk, as we carried on the things and had a walk.
The complications of life and web of relations, was very confusing even more than the polity of nations, but after we got over after all that we shared, I can feel the peace in my heart and it was the best conversation I ever had.
There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two hills for a moon? Time
It takes two and preferably some place for settling down to administer its ways. Concurrent voices condoning each line which voices offer to be tried for size concatenate the assemblage of lines that with the swell and tonal foam must
When We began, words built bridges carrying us to and fro across distant places… thoroughfares, connecting spaces, verbal embraces… Words became light and water flowing, filling, spilling, swathing… Words… like glowing embers spewing sparks, scorching flames, swirling blaze, enveloping, burning