Tuesday, July 7, 2009

blues

I am not proud of this.. this poem is really depressing, I wrote it at an extremely low point in my life.. the only reason I am sharing this is because i think it would prove to be a cathartic and by extension therapeutic exercise..

thinking moments, under a brooding grey sky,

bittersweet memories, the promise and its breaking.

the song of love is long dead and gone by,

tell me what is harder- living life or its taking.

your look is not tender, your touch has turned cold,

so i secret we met, my questions, my fears.

but i shall wait for time to grow old,

and i'll see you again, through silence and tears.

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