January 6, 2014
Some voices are forgotten with time Some voices are lost in the ocean of people Some voices become silent with their absence Some voices just die when the person leaves… Then there are voices, voices as dear as people That voice echoes in the valley of my empty heart That voice are a melancholic cry to come and meet That voice stitches the void that once resided within me That voice showers a tropical rain in my barren mind That voice stirs up a magical influence on my actions That voice chains me when it sings a beautiful melody That voice breaks me and I am transformed to a better person That voice, Ah! The beauty of the voice is nothing short of magic. As I sit by my window staring at the starlit sky Your voice travels in every breeze, The leaves on the trees are falling while the breeze romances with my cheeks. Some voices enter our lives randomly Some voices induces love into our heart Some voices are just silent whispers while, Some voices are just love.