Winds have stories to tell today; Silent, careless, burdened. It all comes in stream still. They whisper to the ears to the eyes, to skin. Seas have words to say. For long they have rushed in with quietness and returned memories to the trembled feet. Today, it will write a novel on me. There will be salt and sands. And, From within there is a voice; No questions, no qualms. Tonight it will look inside and discover the depth in black. Getting a few unanswered is also knowledge. Together, they will write a poetry. There is a lot of traveling in love. - Soumya
Some Memories are hard to hold on So I put them on words.