the dreams we saw,
the life we've dreamt,
knitted the absurd story,
wrote the fantacy poems,
ran across the green medows,
walked on the dry desert,
soaked in the monsoon rain,
hand in hand.........
broken.......like a mirror....
in thousand pieces...life mocks at me....
youv'e taken it too seriously dear ,don't...its just a game....
as you said.
may be it is....
the golden sunrise....
lazy sunsets...
trotting twilights will never be the same...
comes and goes in a haze...
don't dream ....
don't hope....
as each day passes by ....
like a roadroller.
crumbles the bones and flesh under it.
so not to wake up again....
Anantashayanam Eternal light turns...
then burst out laughing.....cuddles me in Blessed arms.
thousand gopinis sing....
Radha soaks in Madhaba's colour....
coz YOU are ME
and I AM YOU......
to my inspiration....
shree
3 comments:
I love this prayer: "Lord, forgive my Pride."
And nice poem. I think I need to read it again in a more alert state of mind though :)
Happy Wednesday :D
Beautiful and inspiring :) You have a talent for this :)
Ya Haqq!
the last line 'I am You and You are Me'..
Dude, you could have said that crap in the first line and be done with it than stretching it like chewing gum..:/
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