The king and the fool....
THE KING:
Time does not wait for you or me..
Days pass and years pass..
You miss your best ones
You move away from your close ones.
Friends change, people change!
But your heart has those precious moments etched in it.
Its always there making you happy at sad times and sad even at happier times.
Your heart has those moments in that corner where no one can see what it is.
When others ask by seeing your face you just smile and say
“Nothing”……
THE FOOL:
And “Nothing”….it will be for most part of our stories…
Stories that bear the marks, the stretches and the scars of our growing up days…
Tales of our agony, dilemma, hysteria….
All blended in those brilliant hues of youthful passion…
A passion that had no equal..
Laugh and be merry we will be told…
Our journey has just begun…
What makes us soo world-weary?
As infants and as adolescents we believed we knew everything there is to be known
About this world and its ways…
As we grow old…we realise that we know so less…
In those helpless and lonely moments…perhaps there’ll be one consolation….
Memoirs of our euphoric tales hidden behind…
“Nothingness”…..
Time does not wait for you or me..
Days pass and years pass..
You miss your best ones
You move away from your close ones.
Friends change, people change!
But your heart has those precious moments etched in it.
Its always there making you happy at sad times and sad even at happier times.
Your heart has those moments in that corner where no one can see what it is.
When others ask by seeing your face you just smile and say
“Nothing”……
THE FOOL:
And “Nothing”….it will be for most part of our stories…
Stories that bear the marks, the stretches and the scars of our growing up days…
Tales of our agony, dilemma, hysteria….
All blended in those brilliant hues of youthful passion…
A passion that had no equal..
Laugh and be merry we will be told…
Our journey has just begun…
What makes us soo world-weary?
As infants and as adolescents we believed we knew everything there is to be known
About this world and its ways…
As we grow old…we realise that we know so less…
In those helpless and lonely moments…perhaps there’ll be one consolation….
Memoirs of our euphoric tales hidden behind…
“Nothingness”…..
Comments
that was actually a forwarded sms...
:D