When Silence Speaks...

The clouds so low, the breeze so cool The chirping birds in the dawn The misty air blurring the sight Is this what I wanted in my knees? Rays of light piercing through the cloud Struggling to reach the moist ground The twinkling dew drops on leaves Just keep going, smelling the air. Keep walking down the lane Not knowing to where it leads Not knowing from where it started Why is a silent lane so appealing? Yes, I don’t know where I will reach Yes, I don’t know how long I will go on But a beautiful feeling of the journey Will always be afresh in my heart!

(Another Forward... But a very touching one... yes... we all do need a washing) She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in. “Mom, let's run through the rain, she said. What Mom asked. “Let’s run through the rain! She repeated. No...

(Just another forward that I received.. but the best of all i read... just to share it) In the name of God who gave you Life. Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many friends you have. Or how accepted you are. Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone. It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all. It isn't about who you have kissed, it's not about sex. It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have. Or what kind of car you drive. Or where you are sent to school. It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are. Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, Or what kind of music you listen to. It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown. Or if your skin is too light or too dark. Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everybo...

She stared at the dark sky Mind so blank and soul hollow An unseen scar on her heart asked "why?" She blinked and let the tear to follow A path of rose was what she thought Trust was the only mistake she did For someone close she fought And all this from world how well she hid Not one, not two but only thorns she found Trust betrayed, confidence shattered Unaware of anything and anyone around With no smile she wandered Life is love but love is not life dear Is what her friends preached her She smiled with a slit wrist and no fear Life and death were mocking at her Hope she realizes why is she here Hope she feels that her smile is sunshine to us Hope she understands that she is not alone Hope she forgets the one who betrayed her.