Some stories start with a birth,
And do not end with death.
You would think that you're out of mire
All that's left behind is a funeral pyre..
But it's not the end, nor the beginning..
Whatever you've been through, has absolutely no meaning.
The feeling is sickening,
Like falling into an abysmal well..
Now wherever I go
I carry my personal hell..
So you say its all in one's head... rite ??? :)
ReplyDeleteAnd would you please add a follow button to ur blog.
ReplyDeleteNeha...
ReplyDeleteWonderful post! and abysmal well is good!!
Accha next poem Happy Wali likho...!!!
Cheers!!!
hmmm... kuchh jyada heavy ho gaya :)
ReplyDeletem takin inspiration....kuchh gyaan likhta hoon :D
@Snehil.. Follow button added.. start following :)
ReplyDelete@kutkut..Thank u.. I just hope the "happy poem" comes out soon.. :)
@ Pawan.. It's inspiring for me that u're taking inspiration from me.. :D BTW I read ur "gyaan"... Good one.. :)