A lost soul,
In a world of people galore,
A wandering mind,
No where particularly inclined…
Coldness engulfs the heart,
Now nothing tears it apart,
Hard as a stone,
Break it- like sand it will be blown…
Trying to fit in,
Rules of self, from the beginning,
Trying to belong,
While remaining strong…
Sensation of dé·jà vu,
With each passing day it grew,
Jinxed feel,
Never leaves the heels…
Eternal Quest of utopian land,
Thoughts are all bland,
Meandering like a river,
No sweat, no shiver…
A storm within,
Ravaging everything,
Leaving barren grounds,
And nothing but emptiness profound…
posted by Nuts @ 10:30 AM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
You are always beautiful with your words !
Keep going !
Thanks yaar....
When the weariness of the road is upon me, and the thirst of the sultry day; when the ghostly hours of the dusk throw their shadows across my life, then I cry not for your voice only, my friend, but for your touch. There is an anguish in my heart for the burden of its riches not given to you. Put out your hand through the night, let me hold it and fill it and keep it; let me feel its touch along the lenghtening stretch of my loneliness.
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