Tired of smiling with a lump in my throat,
The strength which i was left with,
seem to be washing away,
The nights seems eternal,
The nights seems eternal,
the mind almost blocks,
With every thought of might,
With every thought of might,
the spirit buries.
I walk the blured lanes,
with a wondering soul of mine,
No one to hear the silent scream,
Just drowning in the realistic stupid world,
with a brim of hope of having a happy ending
with a wondering soul of mine,
No one to hear the silent scream,
Just drowning in the realistic stupid world,
with a brim of hope of having a happy ending
3 comments:
hmmmm.....u knw ur poems always leaves me speechless........i loved it a lot....
beautiful imagery ! :)
Both-thanxx a lot :)
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