Life's calling even as heart still beats
4 d plc that i'v spent those amazing four years in...
It still longs 4 d friends who got me
into living life as it were sm celebration!
M moving on as all others do...
bt wonder if winds ovr the sands of time
would sail awy the footprints frm d plcs
i walked ovr once too!!!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
GETTING HERE....
It's been a long way...
And it's been a long time...
getting here.
Dark, desperate
torturous paths,
Stormy troubled times..
Lashed by bitter experiece
Briefly relieved by caring helping hands..
It's been a lonely fight...
getting here
But if life
had been kinder...
Would I have ever
discovered my strength,my faith?
Would I haveever searched..
sought and
found
my own echoing self...
in you?
It's been worth it,
getting here.
And it's been a long time...
getting here.
Dark, desperate
torturous paths,
Stormy troubled times..
Lashed by bitter experiece
Briefly relieved by caring helping hands..
It's been a lonely fight...
getting here
But if life
had been kinder...
Would I have ever
discovered my strength,my faith?
Would I haveever searched..
sought and
found
my own echoing self...
in you?
It's been worth it,
getting here.
Parting Ways Finally....!!!
Through this post, I reminisce the older days...days spent with friends in college, my Alma Mater...
Aye, it is painful to go through a parting.
Bidding ‘adios’ to a loved one departing.
Ah! So lamentable becomes the ‘parting’ aura
That one gets engulfed in a dismal plethora
Of thoughts originating in beautiful reminiscence
But climaxing instead in a dreary sense.
Repeated counting of passing days, counting hours at night.
Observing them moving quickly, enshrouded in dread and fright.
Every talk pregnant with sentiments – concealed and veiled.
All thoughts emulating pikes: each heart being impaled.
This is how the feelings swell, when loved ones separate.
Actuating in hearts a mutiny, rendering distrust in fate.
But doesn’t love, in separation, shed its shroud?
Shining like the Moon, shredding the veil of cloud.
Consider this, that abject sorrow and dismal gloom,
Are fertile lands, where harvest of ‘love’ does bloom.
And when hearts beat in unison, even when they be far,
Their bonds turn iron, which even time wont mar.
Aye, it is painful to go through a parting.
Bidding ‘adios’ to a loved one departing.
Ah! So lamentable becomes the ‘parting’ aura
That one gets engulfed in a dismal plethora
Of thoughts originating in beautiful reminiscence
But climaxing instead in a dreary sense.
Repeated counting of passing days, counting hours at night.
Observing them moving quickly, enshrouded in dread and fright.
Every talk pregnant with sentiments – concealed and veiled.
All thoughts emulating pikes: each heart being impaled.
This is how the feelings swell, when loved ones separate.
Actuating in hearts a mutiny, rendering distrust in fate.
But doesn’t love, in separation, shed its shroud?
Shining like the Moon, shredding the veil of cloud.
Consider this, that abject sorrow and dismal gloom,
Are fertile lands, where harvest of ‘love’ does bloom.
And when hearts beat in unison, even when they be far,
Their bonds turn iron, which even time wont mar.
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