I am an ugly looking big creature. An out-of-the-box-wisdom preacher. Usually Kool and unusually weird. Full of 'spirit' and never tired.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Few words on a paper

The moon today seems to be in rage
As my eyes are stuck up in this page
Holding it tight, but not able to read
Tides below are surging ahead to be freed
Spilling a shower on my already wet face
Tears and showers find each other in embrace

All you need is a few words on a paper
To end something you believed in
All you see is another tide on the rocks
But the sprinkles are never seen
All you need is a few words on a paper
To say things you can never utter
All you see is another tide on the rocks
Where it goes really doesn't matter



The mind today seems to be unrest
Sea waves competing to reach the crest
I am still holding the paper tight
My mind engaged in conflicts and fight
My life seems to be changing overnight
Don’t understand what's wrong and what's right



All you need is a few words on a paper
To end something you believed in
All you see is another tide on the rocks
But the sprinkles are never seen
All you need is a few words on a paper
To say things you can never utter
All you see is another tide on the rocks
Where it goes really doesn't matter

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

sar ke uppar se nikal gaya hehe

1:45 AM

 

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