Frozen

Have you ever pressed your cheeks against a cold stone wall..apart from the chilling coldness that permeates through the stone right into your cheekbones and numbs it within few seconds doesn’t it speak loudly in your ears …a deafening sound of silence – could it be louder than this? could it be colder than this ? or could it be more harsh than this . The rugged cold winter blizzard seems warmer, softer and soulful when compared to this pitiless cold silence. It wrecks you, tears you and tells you to leave this coldness that is griping your soul slowly

I was walking home from work and I experienced this I was chatting with a friend and I experienced this I was buying some flowers and smelling the warm sunshine and I experienced this I was laughing with a small boy on this pranks and I experienced this I was listening to music and I experienced this I was pensive and in a thoughtful mood and I experienced this I am pressing my face against the cold wall which is right within me – it’s my frozen soul