Comments about Shekhar Choudhury
Echoes- From The Past
The sound of our stupid, meaningless talk,
You let time fly, and hold on to the clock,
In your footsteps when you walk
Down the memory lane...
In you happiness, in your pain...
And in the sound of emptiness, in your head...
As an echo,
The wild dance of flame, when I burnt like a moth
The sound of silence, when you put off all light
The sound of loneliness, in the dark of night
And in the sound of thunder in your head
As an echo...
I crossed the lake of fire, with hope and desire
But I ...