Wednesday, September 8, 2010

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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..

5 comments:

  1. So you say its all in one's head... rite ??? :)

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  2. And would you please add a follow button to ur blog.

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  3. Neha...

    Wonderful post! and abysmal well is good!!

    Accha next poem Happy Wali likho...!!!

    Cheers!!!

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  4. hmmm... kuchh jyada heavy ho gaya :)
    m takin inspiration....kuchh gyaan likhta hoon :D

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  5. @Snehil.. Follow button added.. start following :)

    @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.. :)

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