misty smokey mountains...hums a song which you never heard before..
the narrow path has strange odors...
the wind reaches you from the horizon, it seems...
the people passing by with donkeys and horses have no face.
the little boy stop you in the middle of the path and ask you...why did you forget me?
the old man catch your hand and yell at you..why did you leave me?
the thin woman with pale face stand infront of you...with her trembling lips...she whisper...do you still have it?
what? you ask her with a strange expression in your face
well...those busy days...you were running after colors..fame..passion...fashion...you must have put it some where on the way...
tell me what is it? what do you think i dropped on the way or forget to keep with me?
you become irritated or annoyed
the sound of silence becomes so noisy to listen to...
My heart...the only precious thing i had in my life...do you still have it or did you forget it some where?
the hair..fallen on her forehead like a november rain...so unexpected....moved slowly by the cool breeze
I looked at her for a moment....tears were giving birth to a small small group of helpless emotions...and running down from the hills
i cried. i cried , cried and cried
finally i became a big tear drop and rolled down to the valley of her sorrows.........