Writing is a way to cleanse my soul..it gives wings to me when life is all set to clip them. When the little tiny wires inside of this little sphere called my head fire up and make all sorts of funny noises, I know it is time to let go of a little steam. Hopefully, this blog will help me rekindle what was me and mine. Keep reading or not, I write for myself alone these days. :)
29/09/2006
Girl meets world..
Girl meets world
Or the other way round!
I'm scared,scared a lot.
Funny thing is,I dont know of what.
Chasing dreams against the sun.
Like chasing butterflies on the run....
The light blinds me,yet I move on.
I dont know it is that helps me carry on.
I see life shrouded in mystery.
Past,present,future;its all about history.
Once in Tagore's blue star-studded night.
Once in Maugham's "Neil McAdam";out of sight.
I see life peeking out of it's disguise!
But I dont know whether I can trust my eyes.
Chasing the ideals ever elusive.
Changing and twisting,ever so furtive.
My life is a book waiting to be read.
But if some parts are read,Im ever so afraid.
In the madness of crowd,I seek solitude.
Running away,when i know its not what I should.
Feeling it so right,knowing its so wrong!
This confusion has been going on for too long.
Girl meets world or the other way round.
I dont think a solution can ever be found.
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i m sure i wont get 2 the soul of this poem(for obvious reasons) but this is a short n sweet poem nd very well written.
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