When drop of rain trickled down my face
I was thinking something deep
in back of mind trying to find its trace
heart in a state of creep.

I asked my heart, whats this game
whom are u waiting for?
no answer came
whatever being asked for.

I wondered, I stopped
when i find no answer to my question
wishing miles to be hoped
I want to finish all portion

A hidden feeling to disclose
lying down in my memory.
A new para to enclose
discovering my thoughts corollary

Now I know what to speak out
to each being around me
i felt the need to shout
to make them see

Treasuring the passed years
like a priceless asset
i promised to myself in no fears
drilling down the various facet

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  1. pratz007pirateDecember 9, 2009 at 1:04 AM

    this surely got to have an ending.. you cannot, CANNOT end on such a negative note... Wheree is the positiveness that comes after the worries and pains... where is the joy, thats what people want to know, want to hear and want to read, Happy endings, my dear sis, happy endings...

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  2. pranshuDecember 31, 2010 at 9:38 AM

    wow...

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