I come here after a break,
I scribble my ramblings with an urban ache
I am drowning in the mortal rush,
Every hour I scribble pain and anxiety
On the walls, of life’s adversity
My life is a deep dark ocean
It rocks my thoughts, unravels mysteries galore
My life is like a thorny rose
Whose beauty I am dieing to keep,
Yet the thorns prick me with the incidents
It can be backstabbing, hate words and even more
My life is like a rivulet
That will never end
My life is like beautiful white dove,
Whose wings are clipped, with no beautiful message to send.
My life is like a song without any harmony
That goes on and on forever
My life is like a lost prisoner,
Who is ushered in the eyes of despair
There is none left to whom I can surrender.
Hey, Sohini
At the end of the day we are happy
These are real sad lines that surrender to verse!
My work and travel is keeping me away from sulekha and it appears you too are very busy...
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A sad post, makes one reflect upon life. Your visual matches the mood of the poem very well.
Sooni
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Thanks Mr.Chabbra and supzie... and kathokatha.. Indeed lifes experiences paves to several creative excapaded from some psychic souls. I am gifted... :))
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A nice post. As they say " Life is a life, live it" Yes, thanx that there are such moments in life, or else we would be deprived od these literary creations!
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Sohini :))) how are you :))) long time :)
Tht was a nice comeback poetry :)
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Sad but written beautifully...Such moments come in every one;s life and move out too
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