Anees, 16 grudnia 2011
( The Everstanding tree... )
Standing Alone on a desert
The winds SWirl by...
Seasons pass by...
nothin excites me
Just standing still for time
To tell my story
I chose this place
of all the beautiful places of the World
I too had dreamt of a garden
A beautiful garden. filled with Love.
Destiny had something else for me..
I was destined to stand strong...
BUt how long would i bear it..
Things are starting to fade..
Time seems to weaken my girth.
Dont know What I am waiting
I dont even Hope for,
The beautiful garden
which never was mine..
just had borrowed the dream
which seems to be faded
I cant see the Vivid colors,the freshness
the enery of new creations..
unknown some day I would perish
with not a soul to care for
I keeping fighting against all odds..
Everthing that passes me
carries some part of me..
With Time breathing will slow down
Would regret leaving
nothing behind that i could call my own.
I fear the day fate would befall
and I would nt be able to stand
and crumble and bear the agony n pain
with nobody to led a kind eye
While I wither in my pain..
do we have a way around destiny..
go on and try to be strong
when my senses fail
and let Life pass by..
with nothing worthwhile left behind
I shudder at the thought..
I let Life Pass By
I made the choices..
and i need to take it...
Standing Alone as Life goes by....
As Life goes by....
25 november 2011, friday - already published in my diary..
Anees, 27 listopada 2011
Random thoughts cross my mind...
Trying hard to figure out the grind .....
unable to blink a wink...
Sleep deprived mind going crank
whatz it that i need...
if only i could figure out the creed...
I lay on my bed... thinkin deep
mind n body going creep...
THoughts incomplete....
Clog my mind... sanity depleted
Anees, 27 listopada 2011
Deepening mist
I take a walk on the lonely road,
All around me, the mist is swirling itself sadly.
Unlike me, it seems to know what it wants,
If I knew the ugliness of the mist,
I might have never stepped out on the road,
But now it's there, preparing to emacipate me,
I know not where to run, what to do,
I blindly hit out at the unseen enemy,
Too late, for I can't even see my own hand,
The dampness firghtens me,
the blindness weakens me,
In horrified helplessness, I sit down all at once,
And then it happens, there is no road below me,
And down I go into the bottomless nadir of uncertainity,
I prepare myself for the fall, which I fear,
will numb my senses and hurt my psyche,
I wonder why at all I ventured out into this,
And now while falling,
I realise that there's no return from this point.
The deepening mist has indeed taken its toll.
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