stranded in the middle of the road is my conscience....
umpteen number of roads have crossed....
and i remain the one confused...
meddling with the vibrations...
in tune with the sound of delusion...
its shattered into smithereens...
time is my slippery friend...
when he waits for his due...
I hang my head...i am empty inside....
found joy in strangest places...
got close to life...
when you are close to my shadow....
i am close to light....
umpteen number of roads have crossed....
and i remain the one confused...
meddling with the vibrations...
in tune with the sound of delusion...
its shattered into smithereens...
time is my slippery friend...
when he waits for his due...
I hang my head...i am empty inside....
found joy in strangest places...
got close to life...
when you are close to my shadow....
i am close to light....
10 comments:
hey dats a gr8 work bro.....i never had a doubt on your imaginitive power but your way of expressing it is really commendable...keep on da good wrk
thanks for the comment....but rather being imaginative...I would be emotional...to vent the feelings out and how it reaches a person in context...being true to self is what I tried...Almost like a convo with self....say what??
one can express his feelings only when he is talking with himself.....dats wat u did...
righto dude....but the convo is still shaky....more vehement outburst would serve the purpose better...
khub bhalo.....
touchy n true, straight frm soul.
nice.
P.S. A pink blog is pretty un-guy like , don't u think? :)
thanks for dropping in...and pink is both red and white...blood and peace... i hope you get my point...
I guess I did.
More like my thoughts.. :) you have brought it out too beautifully.. :)
DN.
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