I try hard....
But it seems am out to be defeated;
Defeated even by myself.
I strain my being
Starve it of all its needs;
Yet all it yearns for
All it asks for,
All it waits for
Is You....
The pangs of pain fail to get attention
The fear of death fails to draw heed
Your absence is all that is noticed;
Noticed with unbearble gloom..
So unbearably traumatic
Death seems a solace
N' is waited eagerly for...
But even death defeats me...
N' why shouldn't all defeat me
When You did???
I should invariably expect worse,
Viciously worse from the crowded lonely world....
So now I am prepared
Prepared to face defeat
Prepared to embrace death
Prepared to lose you
With tears in the eyes
N' a jubilant smile on my lips..
GOOD BYE !!!
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These are my original poems...You might even wonder about the evident dab of sorrow in most of the poems.I agree to this vice; I guess it stems from the fact that most of my poems are written either when am sad or troubled by loneliness....not that I haven't felt like jotting my pleasurable moments into poetry too...Yet when am happy,how do I make myself sit in a place and jot anything...At those happy moments I like singing and being with people who matter the most to me....
5 comments:
life is a perpetual prepearation
Nice poem
this one is really amazing....i too love to write blogs...........
guddu.
Good one... I thnk I know what it means...
@ anonymous
do you?? great!
Well...I guess it something many of us experience at some point of time or the other. So nice that you have put together all those feelings...and put them so beautifully.
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