Thursday, November 24, 2005
Of...
Of unfulfilled duties,
And unearned rights,
Of worthless works,
And stupid fights.
Of loveless affairs,
And heartless flings,
Of remorseless apologies,
And unattached strings.
Of untrue lines,
And mindless talks,
Of late realizations,
And retrospective walks.
Of unleashed potential,
And an unachieved dream,
A gushing river ending up
As a lifeless stream.
Of...
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7 comments:
The words are wonderful. Esp. the ones in the last paragraph.
But why the despondency? You are still young, never mind the glasses :P
Who says these words tell my story... I was trying to get into your shoes while writing this :P
tu aajkal likhta hi nahin hai yaar apne blog pe... why?
holy shit! YOU wrote THAT??!!!
Very interesting. I liked the second paragraph. And the title is remarkable...especially when this is the topmost post and one reads it just after your title.
Hoping to read more in this vein..
plz buy jeet thayil's english ...u'll love it
a
PS: love poem btw
nice one :)
kya baat hai... yeh sab kab se?
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