Deep into the nude night,
I walk alone in a robe of dust,
The dust I just picked from the remains of me…
On a journey to a nowhere destination,
I look back and look at the incomplete me,
Where I used to walk on barren lands and feel the rain on my face,
A joy I could feel in the presence of me,
But the days came soon when I was entitled to be completed,
And the storm took over the barren land,
Took over me, over the skies I used to live under,
and turned me into dust,
but still today I fly as dust,
with the wind on those barren grounds,
and feel the rain of joy seep into me…
By- Vrinda
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i promised that i ll be the first one to comment and i am once again left spell bopund to see those tiny lines u have always said and means turning out to create such a wonderful peice of poetry. i like the thoughts and really it has been something which stirs up deep inside me(not only me but everyone i guess) and i havent been able to put it down on paper so far. you have done and done it pretty well. cheers.
piyush and shikha
Awesome & Fabi ........
I'm totally Flabbergasted......
grrrr8.....
Keep Goin VINI
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