Tempest

Wednesday, 6 December 2006

An Ode To Whispers...

I talk a lot...
but I never tell.
I thought only I knew the difference.
But the whispers had something else to spell...
They urged me to fly, they urged me to tell...
they only promised they would listen.
Its not that I was afraid..
I connot quite say what it was..
I always considered myself brave, strong, confident
but for some reason, never thought anyone would want to
listen to the tales i have got to tell.
But the whispers persisted.
They urged me to fly, they urged me to tell...
they only promised they would listen.
Slowly, out of curiosity I walked over to the window
and wondered what it would be like to fly.
If I fell, would someone catch me?
Should i try? Should I tell?
I thought I'd give it a try.
I told one, I told two...
I realised theres more due.
I am not worried about someone catching me if I fall anymore...
I think am enjoying the flight too much to care.
The whispers didn't realise the significance behind their mindless badgering.
They might never.
But this is an ode to the whispers
They urged me to fly, they urged me to tell...

Posted by Pavitra :: 04:53 :: 4 comments