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Aspiration.....

The beauty of the earthen silence...
The silence of the dark cold winter night...

The hues of morning blues
The light of the morning sky ...

The cry of  the new born baby
The sound of the engine starting...

The overfilled love rejoiced
The boiling milk spilled over...

The craziness of the lovers
The illogical logic of the heart...

The lullaby of the dreams
The dreams yet to be dreamt...

The hopes of the future
The future unpredictable...

The sound of the waves violent
The violent fights witnessed everyday....

The sound of the applauding audience
The echo of a shattered loser...

The joy of the winning trophy
The tears of losing everything...

The love yet to be confessed
The love lost to someone else...

The chill of the winter nights
The sweat of the summer cloudless days....

The murmur of the wind brushing your cheeks
The smoke forming rings out of your lips....

The tear of exchanging hearts
The tear of giving up a heart....

The sleep after taking sleeping pills
The sleep after getting drunk....

The emotions of a girl
The emotions of a boy...

The story of a boy
The headlines of a girl...

The clouds playing with ice
The boys playing with hearts...

The juggler juggling bottles
The girls juggling hearts....

The trend of branded clothes
The trend of "being-in-love" brand....

The unchosen relationship of a mother and child
The chosen relationship of  boyfriend and girlfriend....

The love to make love to the loved one
The love of just having sex for the sake of love..... 

The aspiration of a life
The life of beauty and silence.....

The aspiration of a soul
The soul free from material love....

The aspiration of a love
The love only made and meant for me.....

The aspiration of a world
The world of you and me.....



Comments

  1. Sandipan Ghosh17/12/11 3:03 PM

    Well scripted sreya...... U know there is something called cultural contradiction - good is bad and bad is good....

    Well captured!

    Sandip

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