Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Jaded
I surged towards the sand Time and again, But it failed to soak me in.
4 comments:
Jaded yet Absorbing lines !!
and I wonder,
whether it's the sand or it's me
my waves too strong
too restless
to be soaked...
just blurting again:)
your poems always make me feel as if they are written for me...
Blueink: Thanks..
Reaper: Some of your poems also make me feel the same. You carried this one forward for yourself.. my waves are more on the calmer side :)
well the sands of time will always bury you...eventually.
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