Tuesday, November 24, 2009

For the sake of a dying soul...

BURIED SOUL

How it feels to break 'n' stand..

never got a chance to hold your hand.

Why is that ,I was the one stood all alone.

Why it was , I am a victim of your tone.

Who knew it will end like this......

expected it to be last with eternal bliss.

Backed you like a pillar......

fought to those ANTIS like killer.

Made my self the one you call team.

Being in your arms, was my last dream.

Was the one you can always call.

Every time u crashed, broke you fall.

When you believe that u can always be right...

then whom to question and whom to fight.

Could you ever see and diagnose my plight.

It was the end ,, is perhaps the final night.

Succumbed with pain.....

one day you will also know

how it feels like........

to stand , alone in snow.

Sealed with emotions, one day you will also scream....

will realize how it feels...
to gather broken dreams.

Silly was I , to expect petals from a thorn.

To furnish a tailor, when obvious its completely torn.

Walking out today with a hollow mind.

Wishful still I'm ... that someday you'll find.

2 comments:

  1. YOUR POEM IS GREAT AND REALLY WELL WRITTEN.
    THUMBS UP......

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  2. hmnn.......ab kya kahu.....itna badiya log kaise likh lete hai....ek poem hasane wali b likhna.....

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