Reminiscing
Fiction & Literature, Literary Theory & Criticism, Asian, South & Southeast Asian, Biography & Memoir, Literary, Poetry
| Author: | Dr. Lakhbir Verma, Free Spirit | ISBN: | 1230001493368 |
| Publisher: | Poets' Choice | Publication: | October 16, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dr. Lakhbir Verma, Free Spirit |
| ISBN: | 1230001493368 |
| Publisher: | Poets' Choice |
| Publication: | October 16, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Sometimes we cannot say or discuss but we express our emotions and feelings through writings. Fears, anxieties, insecurities & innermost feelings are expressed through songs of despair. The innermost pang of loneliness finds its ways into sweet nothings of words. The heart at times gives vent to the innermost secret chamber which is almost unseen and gets visible only through some scattered expression. There is a soft voice which clamours to be heard; at times the silence gets so deafening that we can hear shrieks and screams from within.
‘reminiscing’ is a recollection of all those turbulent times as well as times of ecstasies where songs of passions grew in my heart. There were mornings full of hope ending in evenings of despair and nights of longings. The smiles, laughters and tears all blended together to make that complex emotion. Ripples that could not stir any emotions and waves that merely lashed at the shores without even making any dents.
Sometimes we cannot say or discuss but we express our emotions and feelings through writings. Fears, anxieties, insecurities & innermost feelings are expressed through songs of despair. The innermost pang of loneliness finds its ways into sweet nothings of words. The heart at times gives vent to the innermost secret chamber which is almost unseen and gets visible only through some scattered expression. There is a soft voice which clamours to be heard; at times the silence gets so deafening that we can hear shrieks and screams from within.
‘reminiscing’ is a recollection of all those turbulent times as well as times of ecstasies where songs of passions grew in my heart. There were mornings full of hope ending in evenings of despair and nights of longings. The smiles, laughters and tears all blended together to make that complex emotion. Ripples that could not stir any emotions and waves that merely lashed at the shores without even making any dents.
