Time passes and so do feelings . There was once a time when you roamed into the fields, taking in the fresh spring air and dancing with a spirit of joy . You created a new memory almost everyday and had someone to cherish your worst fates .You had the imaginations of love , the winds of care, the fresh grass of passion , the nightangle of melodies and the skies of heights .. !
And now you’re here ; in the lost world of betrayal . The spring breeze has given way to winters. The ever inspiring sky seems to have stopped , the fireplace of trust has been put out , the flowing river f happiness has frozen, the animals of fantasy put to hibernation.
The aura of knowledge still shines , but its within you. You don’t dare to trust it once again. The winds don’t carry the same laughter that was once emitted from within whenver you gave another answer to your friend . They carry just the solemn cries. Which came to you as a part and parcel of failure.
The dew drops on the feilds yield frost and your heart is inspired. The leaves of dreams which once bore on your tree of imaginations lie shaterred . Dry and stale.
The branches have been replaced by the cold snow of failure .
And you are the snowman of these winters of disheartening truths . You stand there ; ready to be rebuilt with a new character .A new approach
But what you need the most is a pair of hands…………….
