I won't say city life is boring the noise never bothered me much. When people around were busy with their phone we kept ourself on mute. Having our beloved along was enough yelling traffic horns failed to irritate.
When there is a hand to hold when happy, harder when hurt, to pull closer when loneliness scares, there is nothing which your words could help express. Our phones kept ringing, we never cared. Messages kept coming, we never read.
We kept walking leaving the crowd alone along the beaches that touched the shore silently; and we never spoke.
We are what the world calls dumb. Never busy with our cell phones who would just listen and never speak. We could hear the wind above the wave that bounces, sing the symphony of deep blue sea troll; live in the world you too belong singing the songs that we alone know as we never spoke.
nicely written and message well conveyed!..some times we need to find ourselves instead of getting obscured in a busy city life...live life and then enjoy it :)
really city life is full of busy schedule it is better to live in a village than city
nicely written
the place where u live is a busy city managing time to all the nature is difficult
gr8 writting
We are the world calls dumb indeed, a term applied to that which is generally unknown to the one using the term. Perhaps we are simply of a different strand, I believe so; that we simply advance too quickly for the world to catch up and the world instead cries, "hold up!" instead of running more quickly, as we proceed to revel in our new discoveries and share the weight of bliss among ourselves . . . Well done indeed, so very many imaginative lines here and I enjoyed every one.
"We could hear the wind above the wave that bounces,
sing the symphony of deep blue sea troll;
live in the world you too belong
singing the songs that we alone know
as we never spoke."
Those are my favorite lines in this splendid poem. Thank you for sharing...:)..............
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