It is raining outside...
Behold thou earth, for the heavens cry for you.
Rejoice thou land, for those scars will be gone tomorrow.
But what about those barren lands inside...?
for all i can muster is just a few drops...!!
some of my thoughts, and experiences, and whatever...
Disclaimer and Further Insights:
All the things which get posted here, come from my day to day experiences. Its resemblance to any person living (or dead...mostly dead! Anyway very few really live...) is mostly intentional (If only you can find out that it was meant for you :P).
This blog started out with my ramblings, but somewhere along the way things changed and now I use it only for posting my finished poems (I would like to regard them as poems...even if they're not :P). Someone once told me, "you are in the wrong place, you should be taking photos, and writing poems whom only the retarded can understand". Well, all that just depends on your perspective, isn't it so? Maybe I'm in the wrong place, or maybe this is where I wanted to be ;-).
... for some shall be blessed with, and the rest have to swallow the pill of hope and be content.
ReplyDeletenice one, keep it up
cheers :)
Thanx Pussy :-)...u guessed it right, i have hope, just that i'm not content yet...may be one day...!!
ReplyDeleteNice one bro...bt some time barren land inside have to open up by himself for getting few more drops ;)
ReplyDeleteO Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Behold thou friend, for the cracks do emerge; for long if the land, has been devoid of rain...!!
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