i lingered in this house...
caged in my loneliness..
trying to find life.
then, one day
i found death
suddenly...
i became famous
my photographs were printed
people were called
attendance was counted
i was the hero
in everybody's topic
i wish
i had found this fame
when i was alive....
when i lingered in this house...
caged in my loneliness
trying to find life
till...
i found death.
This blog is dedicated to the most critical factors of my existence and being, my parents and my sisters..especially to my younger one..thanks for everything Dolls..
I have not even attempted to put in words what i hold deep in my soul and existence for ONE MAN to whom i owe it all.. though i was born out of my mother's womb, my psychological and spiritual birth's fountainhead lies in him .. my FATHER - my God, my strength, my reason of existence... my alpha and my omega...
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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the poem portrays the true to life story, it is really happening.....sad.
ReplyDeletesab ki kahani yahi hai na?...bole to hum sabki...
ReplyDeleteIts silent yet a companion.Its death...You live each day and die each day...with the morning to the night.
ReplyDeleteYou know its death.
Deep thoughts young lady....I am pondering with you.