Life.
April 27, 2013 § 18 Comments
The words will never
come out of my mouth. I
assure you.
I’ve tried enough to make
you understand. You,
do NOT want to. I realise.
That’s how it ends then,
i guess. That’s how a life
form is killed and burnt
even before it can open its
eyes and look at the ugly
world, amazed.
They tell me to move on
with life. What life, again?
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That Bad. Oh ho! Sigh
Sometimes things just appear fine on the surface.
True, things do appear fine on the surface, Archana
They never are. š
Sometimes they are fine in the inside, sometimes no. That’s how I view. Unless we know that person well š
Agreed!
š
the slow dying process,it buries everything within.
And, it kills a lot!
yes ..to the last until you decide not to die and uproot yourself from the debris out.
But you can’t really decide about your death.
A dark little tale, to be sure.
It is. Always is, dark!
š¦
guess that’s life and such thgs are part of life. One shd take a leaf, stop for while and get on. M sure ull emerge more stronger than ever:)
Vishal
http://www.vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com
Thanks Vishal. š
Really love this one. You’re poetry is beautiful.
Thanks Michael! š