Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Dying to live, living to die

There goes the love
bathing in the gloomy darkness
Its dark inside
darker than tonight's 'blackout'
Bodies everywhere, some died, some ripped
while others, waiting for one

Its not the death of the few hundreds
but of the millions, who were watching
A way when the hearts stop beating
of those who died, of those who killed

Lying on the street
waiting for my final terminous
Just a thought went across my senses
senses; though numb now, almost lost

"Is it what I longed for??"
I thought I know the answer
answer surely was "No", I thought
Alas, I was wrong or proved wrong

1 comment:

Harish said...

quite heartfelt! keep it uup dude.

smiles :-)
aham
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