Stillness of the mountains with the night skies stained in moonlight fill the air slowly with the songs of Crickets. The wind blows whispering promises of those who once lived! The calmness of this night with the coolness of the breeze that brushes my face, sing along in whispers, of love notes of those who once lived. Grey mountains look stately upon the dark blue waters, water that ripples slowly touching the shores, and softly caressing them like lovers who once lived! Eons have gone by, since those people lived. But every glance of nature around me captures the essence of the life they have fulfilled. Now its my turn to fulfill, a dream that is now tangible, which makes all the past I lived forgivable. I live again now with renewed enthusiasm, but sometimes still wondering about the lives of those who once lived! by, Teja Priyadarshini Old Poetry - 2008
About life, love and everything in between.