Sometimes I find myself at the edge
I look back, and compare
What did I do..
How did I fare..
I find a question killing me
Burning me to ashes..
Why didn't I dare ..
Too much of thinking..
and needless extra care
Oh..
I knew it was so rare
Still I let it slip away
That wasn't fair
Now I'll have to live with it..
Moments of emptiness and loony dispair
Sadly, it's all of my own making..
So I can't escape even my own stare.
I look back, and compare
What did I do..
How did I fare..
I find a question killing me
Burning me to ashes..
Why didn't I dare ..
Too much of thinking..
and needless extra care
Oh..
I knew it was so rare
Still I let it slip away
That wasn't fair
Now I'll have to live with it..
Moments of emptiness and loony dispair
Sadly, it's all of my own making..
So I can't escape even my own stare.
-td, April/May '07, Bangalore
4 comments:
good poems. i liked second one most :-). its always better not to know the script in advance. Thats way you enjoy the plot more.
"fare"!!!!
abey spelling thik kar
galat impression padta hai logon pe
hope u r getting ... what i did not say
now donn scratch ur head.... nahi to ganja ho jayega :) ;)
@Bhaskar:provided the plot is enjoyable!!!
@Aurindam:i really dint get u [:O]!!!
galat impression???? n i m not scratchin my head!!!anyway it's my head...and if u plot the 'amount of hair my head carries' against 'time', u'll find a straight line almost parallel to the time axis...so no worries...LOLz
@Aurindam:in case u r scratchin ur head now, remember all is 'fair' in....u kno....
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