sound of silence

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

- Paul Simon

his little delights

he has been on the top of the world for the last a few days .. he knows that everything is temporary and things will not be his for long .. but still he wants to dream .. he feels happy for the nice little achievements that he has made .. treasures the nice memories that he has had .. he does not aspire for much .. but he does not want to let his dreams leave him .. he nurtures them in his heart .. prays that his dreams get fulfilled ..

he feels helpless at times .. for himself being in this way .. for his failure to hold his little delights to himself ..

he wants to live the life to the lees .. and wants to help his friend to do the same .. but he is constrained by so many factors .. he feels sorry for his friend .. for he cant come to rescue at the right time .. he feels bad for that ..

sometimes he thinks about that story of O'Henry .. where two friends meet at a railway station after a span of thirty years .. and they both feel happy for keeping their promises .. but time demands one to catch the other .. for one has become a cop and the other a thief. That's called destiny.

And he cant but accept the destiny .. all of us have been sent for carrying out jobs that have been predecided .. and as if we are acting in a drama .. merely being the protagonists .. everything running by the stroke of the Master! And poor we, can not just help accepting what come in our way .. and let things go thar are destined to go ..

a train comes from a distance .. looks like getting bigger and bigger .. one starts believing that one can touch it .. but keeps on dreaming standing at the platform .. the train halts .. whistles .. somkes out .. and goes away .. everything shrinks into a point again .. and gradually disappears .. leaving one waiting for the next train to come .. staring at the railway track ..

thus time goes by ..