When you know you don't want to talk. And you just don't want to explain.
When you are confused and sad, and you are letting yourself to be just that.
When you feel insulted, slaughtered and pained.
And you just made yourself available for that again and yet again
When you are replaceable in a moment.
And you were never meant to be
You just feel down and under
You just bleed while all seems glee
Life tries to come and rescue
There is always a rainbow after a storm
There is always the sun to make you feel chirpy
And a new hope that should now be born
Bet you, you will get there
another blow to your original mould
another dent to the sanity you built
another sharp razor cut that just bleeds and is sore
You hope you can make it through it though
You sure have in the past
But how many blows could you possibly take
before you realize you don't want to re cooperate at all
Somethings in life are true
They were meant to touch your heart and soul
You don't really know how to let go
But then how and what , do you behold
There is so much pain and anguish
So much that you just let go
Just let it go, even if it defined your future for you
Just let go
Showing posts with label Sounds like poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sounds like poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Friday, 6 July 2007
Grateful
Weird when one feels a piercing pain,
one feels like writing...
as if words and font and colour and a backdrop will enliven the pain, and then its gone
As words shape up and letters are formed
it's sublime
it's me and my world
and the inner mind
it's pretence put apart
a soft warm light
a couch and a laptop
and 30 years of my life
of moments i cherish
of dreams i built
of relationships i nurture
of pride and prejudice
of failure and failings
of strengths, happiness
of optimism and belief
of gratefulness, and solidarity
Of so much that one has
one feels like writing...
as if words and font and colour and a backdrop will enliven the pain, and then its gone
As words shape up and letters are formed
it's sublime
it's me and my world
and the inner mind
it's pretence put apart
a soft warm light
a couch and a laptop
and 30 years of my life
of moments i cherish
of dreams i built
of relationships i nurture
of pride and prejudice
of failure and failings
of strengths, happiness
of optimism and belief
of gratefulness, and solidarity
Of so much that one has
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