The voice in her head screams aloud,
Yet her lips don't utter a word,
The mistakes she had done,
The pits in which she had fallen,
It terribly reminds her of every bad that had happened.
Fighting the battle within,
Nothing to say,
Nowhere to escape,
Nothing to ponder,
On the meaningless streets her brain wander.
She sit in the crowded place,
And the world pass her by,
Tracing the criss crossed lines on her palm,
Gazing the destiny which made her path,
Reflecting the decisions which changed her life.
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Hey,
Loved the lines:
Tracing the criss crossed lines on her palm,
Gazing the destiny which made her path,
Reflecting the decisions which changed her life.
Nicely done! I guess the modern style of living makes us wonder about all these.
I thought Nothing to ponder does not fit in the poem. When there is a battle within and when there are screaming voices in her head, her head can't be blank. So, definitely she has something to ponder. Just a quick thought, only if you feel like doing something. :-)
Cheers,
Vittal
beautiful
loved it :))
Amazing sunakshiii
heyy and nice blog template :)
Dido-thanks :)
shri- :)
ayu-thanks.. :)
vittaldas-well,the battles don't let her ponder anything.too numb to ponder.thanks for paying so much attention to every line. :)
ayu- ^_^
my god...you keep surprising me with every poem i read!!
beautiful babe..beautiful
sulagna di-thanks :)
nicely written.. nice lines.. :)
pria-thanks :)
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