Tomorrow is a mirage

Every evening when all the unfinished tales of the heart file  complaints against their sufferings , the brain works in the direction of calculating the perfect answer ; TOMORROW 

How far could the manipulated games of the intricate architecture, seated under the skull ,govern the breathing of the heart by cajoling it with such meaningles quotes ? In reality,  Tomorrow is a mirage, floating on the shallow surface of a myth ; TOMORROW never comes as it's a wishful flyer , hovering over the clouds of imaginations, wherein lovers meet in a quietude and hymns from the sky precipitate into the real

showers of blessings.Tomorrow is a slithery mask that falls off any moment to reveal the bitter truths of incapable parted companions who never met again.

Don't show me the dream of TOMORROW; for it's the parasite that has sucked the gifts of love and , it's on the track of gnawing more.

The sound of love

Straight from the heart of Maansi, the girl who believed the sound of the heart strings.

Silence , you gave me , silence you taught me,  silence replaced the sweet whispers of love , but why didn't you preach the heart to stop the outcry of the wounded dreams? 

You showed me the path to the dark oblivion,  where I had to get lost, you turned deaf to my words, you roared like tbe furious ocean and then settled down with your mute sighs , you plucked the strings of my soul and then played the melodious renditions of ardour . The season changed and so did your rhythms.  You resonated with the sulky silence and left my heart quivering in need of your vibrations. 

It was then when I heard the song of the heart that echoed in the silence you had sent me to

 My voice you will never hear, you will only hear the  scream of my loudest silence but I still hear the heart playing the song of love

Still, somewhere, somehow , someday, the song of the sea of love will seep through the pores of your skin and reverberate your soul with my sacred  admiration