There was a forgotten hill, long ago in amidst of dense forest,
In small hut there live memories of all broken souls singing
in chorus…
Trying to build lyrics of lonely moment,
The buzz of noises can be heard only if you are poet…
The fog and dew creating mystery of aloneness,
Feelings trying to glimpse from darkness….
Where the mornings in the forest are most blissful with sound
of birds whisper,
Emotions of so many thoughts flowing along with beautiful
river…
So how to stretch to that hut which is visible far away in
that hazy atmosphere,
And no one to greet you, only shadows of past there…
The melodies of souls trying to give some message,
If only you have power to hear the essence…
So when I reach to that hut there climbing all paths of loneliness,
It was vacant with dried leafs on the ground giving feel of
emptiness…
Found some words written on the wall,
And that’s all…
The meaning of life and what’s the story,
So what’s the purpose of all glory….
There was a forgotten hill, long ago in amidst of dense
forest,
In small hut there live memories of all broken souls singing
in chorus…
