Tuesday, August 07, 2007

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m sure this one's just another turn..
its not gonna take more than a churn..
my Life never gets off the track..
coz it has never got the track..
its like a wanderer's abode...
me n you together we row..
you never seem to enjoy..n I never bow..
is there sumthing on ur mind..
if u dont mind may I know...
I want to look behind the mask u show...
m sure we are companions..not ready to go..
its not bout us..M bothered..
m wondering bout the hill we are after...
whoever wins the race.. shall b losing thereafter..
its not the zenith m looking for..
its the path to ponder..
U n I alongside..the river roars downstream.
the stones fight back ..just as you do..
let the strings roll.. come alongwith..
this is gonna be a journey of lifetime..
all thru the path the fog shall stay..
look into my eyes..u'll kno where ur heart stays..
m not kidding ..even if u'd say..
ur face is still smiling after hours spared.
come let's be one today.. n feel the breeze on other's face..
u love urself..I do tooo..
but today is us..let alone tomorro's blues..
n blue is then my fav color...I kno u like it too..
for once just paint the town in the color..
together we choose...

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

paint the town in the colur blue??Ohh...i thot itwaz "paint it yellow"..wasnt it ?? ;)

Vaise as usual awsome poem,simple yet magnanimous in appeal...u seem lyk ure on ur way to becomin a pro!!!

Bt therez a flipside to it..ive alwaz needed my teacher's help to decipher those abstruse poets' poetry...n so hum jaise pe rehem karo!!!!!

5:11 AM  
Blogger SurERealist said...

flipside.. well noc lue.. but flop side.. for sure...
coming from a buff

5:36 AM  

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