Free..
From long, lost days
And seemingly endless nights
Hurt, bewildered darkness
And vague glimmering lights.
From dwelling on sms memoirs
To living on orkut ties,
Convincing..constructing my faith
When things seemed otherwise.
Dreaming of your loving ways
Waking up to whimsical lies
Sudden warmth seeping through
Bitter cold cutting like ice.
Now, an end to half-spoken truths
Now, no meanings to construe.
Free...finally...
From thoughts of you.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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Move on..
ReplyDeleteOn a different note, I already liked your poetry, sounds even better when it even rhymes.
same here nice poetry :)
ReplyDeleteJust that REAL FREEDOM is only when
the past doesnt inspire u to write even a poetry!....CAz thinking u r free from "something" is still thinking about that "something"
orangeshoe: i have! :)
ReplyDeleteanonymous: For me, anything I felt/feel deeply about can inspire me to write..and i dont want to forget the feeling of being in love..guess thats why i remember the hurt in great detail..that it doesnt affect me now is another matter..gud for u though :)
Trapped..
ReplyDeleteStill trapped….If Only
The thoughts then differed
The differences were seamlessly catered
The dishing out to each other minutely measured
The measurements never existed
The existence never questioned
The questions never started
The start...the thoughts should have seen the trap....
but alas still
trapped
Whew!Wow!
ReplyDeleteStay footloose
ReplyDeleteand fancy-free,
don't be in a hurry to marry-
for, you are too precious
to waste yourself
on any Tom, Dick and Harry.
Liars in this world are best deposited in the trash-bin.
A well-wisher.