Simple as it seems... but there is a pinch hiding somewhere in between. A pinch to tell you 'you are hereby duly informed that you are no longer important enough to hear my words', cold and harsh!! So what exactly goes on the persons mind which are verbally related on these waves?? A simpler alternative is 'I'm not in the mood right now, we will talk later', but NO!! our ego has to take the front lead, we are superior to the whole damn world... so we want to draw a line...... 'I am what I am & I am not answerable to you'..... think before you say this again...it dsnt help to break down a wall.... it makes it stronger, cause not only are you hardening it on your side...your hardening the other side too!!
"Lemon Tree" is a folk song written by Will Holt in the 1960s. The tune is based on the Brazilian folk song Meu limão, meu limoeiro, arranged by José Carlos Burle in 1937 and made popular by Brazilian singer Wilson Simonal.
A small tribute in rememberance of the world we are..............
When I was just a little boy, my father said to me,
"Come here and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.
My son, it's most important," my father said to me,
"to put your faith in what you feel and not in what you see."
Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet,
but the fruit of the poor lemon is a thing one cannot eat.
Beneath that Lemon Tree one day, my love and I did lie.
A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the sun rose in the sky.
We passed the summer lost in love beneath the Lemon Tree.
The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.
One day she left without a word.
She took away the sun and in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She left me for another. It's a common tale but true.
A sadder man but wiser now, I sing these words to you.
Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet,
but the fruit of the poor lemon is a thing one cannot eat.
------Will Holt
you realized that you are actually unwelcome here..... did it shatter you? did it break you down? Strangely you were surprised to see that you just became silent.... you couldn't argue.... nothing in life really seemed to attach or attract you... when you looked up in the mirror... you could actually see the wall behind you... you realised you saw through yourself........... it dawned that you are non-existent even to yourself.... so what next.....
life was never the same before or after..... over the past year... your shield has taken a 1000 batterings.... some verbal...some silent.... numerous times your words have cut through in a flash .....only to realize that it hurt you more cause you never intended to hurt the other person...... how could you....you realize that you fight yourself........ in the end it's you who lose..... even today when the silent letters fill up the walls...and like unforgiving spirits cut through every inch of your very existence....................... when you come back to your cubicle at the end of the day... you glance at the empty seat...then just before you logoff.... a blinking communicator window catches you eye..... the silent words that keeps you haunting again and again "it was something else you were looking for........." and u feel a warm droplet slowly making its way down.....somehow u try to feel which is more empty you or the office.................................