Its
Deep as an ocean, or
High as a hill
Its
Brightness of the sunshine, or
Gloom of a midnight
Its
Smile of a child, or,
Tears of the soul
Its
Melody of a song, or
Cacophony of the mourn
Its
Joy of a carnival, or
Silence of a grave
Lots of antonyms n synonyms
Can be painted on the canvass
Which depicts the tale
"about me and only me..."
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Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A Journey...
A child sitting on a beach
Collecting shells
Collecting stones
Making a dream palace for himself
Child becomes a kid
Giving wings to his imagination
He draws, sketches n paints
Some landscapes, twilight n sunshine
Kid enters into adolescence
Busy in his peers
Bunks classes to play
Have bicycle races on roads
Watches first shows on Fridays
Life seems so easy
Everything happening for him
Step by step
Moving ahead on path of life
But now, he has grown enough
That, for his very important match
Instead of a coin
He tosses his heart in air
Without realizing, there’s no one to catch it back
Heart falls on the ground n shatters into pieces
Now, with his broken heart
Eyes wet as never before
He is all alone,
Collecting the broken pieces of his heart
Putting bandages on his wounds
Not knowing.....what's next???
Collecting shells
Collecting stones
Making a dream palace for himself
Child becomes a kid
Giving wings to his imagination
He draws, sketches n paints
Some landscapes, twilight n sunshine
Kid enters into adolescence
Busy in his peers
Bunks classes to play
Have bicycle races on roads
Watches first shows on Fridays
Life seems so easy
Everything happening for him
Step by step
Moving ahead on path of life
But now, he has grown enough
That, for his very important match
Instead of a coin
He tosses his heart in air
Without realizing, there’s no one to catch it back
Heart falls on the ground n shatters into pieces
Now, with his broken heart
Eyes wet as never before
He is all alone,
Collecting the broken pieces of his heart
Putting bandages on his wounds
Not knowing.....what's next???
Saturday, November 8, 2008
How Helpless !!!
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I read it somewhere n it was really beautiful..i'm putting this for u..
Each step is now getting hard
Cant see what is beyond my arm
These days are mocking at me
The air has become so heavy
Unable to breath,drink and eat
Still looking at that bad bird
Wings of hope are just so naked
Deep inside feels like its so near
But I know destiny don't care.
People like you find it easy,
Naked to see,
Walking on air.
Hunting by the rivers,
Through the streets,
Every corner abandoned too soon,
Set down with due care.
Dont walk away in silence,
Dont walk away.
- Ian Curtis
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