Born up with cries and screams
I also grew up with dreams
Dreams of fame, dreams of name.
Dreams so simple, but not lame.
Never wanted to reach the stars,
But to get rid of my scars
Never tried to catch the moon
Never yearned a big fortune
But I envied something, and thats all I envied.
Fill my blanks with love, is what I plead.
And this is what I always regret.
The strings of my happiness that I never kept,
Were into those hands who were unknown,
He was my God and I, a mere clown.
Once again my God betrayed,
The broken promises he once made,,
Were shattered right before my eyes,
And here, before me are scattered, my shattered dreams,
Heavily breathing and dying, with rare inaudible screams.
Guess I've gone insane, for I recollect those dead pieces,
Mad I must be to believe, Phoenix rises from ashes.
No sleep left in my eyes, no more courage to dream,
Tears dried a long ago, but there's left a gleam.
Once more my eyes are heavy, longing for rest
Though afraid to dream, but ready for the quest.
Once more I clean the blanks, revealing out the ship that sank,
Once more I dare to try, this time I'm prepared to cry.
And I'm celebrating this gamble I fancy,
Tonight after so long, I shall embrace the dormancy.
4 comments:
yaar kya likte ho.......kya flow hai...... no wrds are able to make a complemnts except ur poem..... keep writing and tell me whnever u post a new...
good one vinay awesome...
words r flowing so freely///
Thanks SK and Desh...
this one i'd written way back in march.. :p
have a small collection of poems.. soch raha hu aaj hi sab publish kar du :p
tum log bore mat ho jaana bas :P
awesome yaar :) keep writting...
mere liye bhi likhna poem ;) :P
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