Saturday, September 19, 2009

The migraine of being myself


The sad truth about cross eyed paths
Is the pain one pays when reason stops
We walk through blood as we see not red
But stop and cry at things we said

Down and out we feel some days
Angered thoughts and a tearful face
Sadness rides this mournful phase
The dance of gloom in many ways

Calmness ran on thorny roads
Gasping for a breath of sense
Why we fought ,this no one knows
Sorrow made its grand entrance

When dusk settles on lonely friends
We hope that memories of moments
Will tear that pall of hopelessness
and friendship glows in happiness

4 comments:

  1. Really liked the following two lines: "We hope that memories of moments Will tear that pall of hopelessness."

    So very true. Some moments have that power to revive and rejuvinate life; especially the ones spent with 'true' friends.

    The last stanza very well captures the upheavals that one experiences in relationships, friendship; and how, post arguments with dear ones, when that lonely feeling sets in, and when one introspects, the world of new possibilities opens up and we long to reach out and set things right. So true!!!

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  3. nice to see u guys get reflective!! and yes it did happen after a fight with a very dear friend!

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  4. Liked the lines.. "Angered thoughts and a tearful face...Sadness rides this mournful phase"

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