You are not my mirror,
But how can you reflect my thoughts?
You are not quinine
But how can you still sooth my disease?
You are not an author
How yet can you play with words??
You are not a gun
But why then, your statements hit like a bullet to strike the rightest point?
You are not the roof
How can you make me feel sheltered in the rains?
You are not an armor
But why do I feel so secured with you?
You are not a drug
Then why am I addicted to you??
You are not 'The air'
Still why does your absence suffocate me?
You are not a tissue,
Why do I need you the most for my tears?
Who are you??
My strength?
Or my weakness?
Friday, February 8, 2008
"Precious" are few things...
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8 comments:
Awesome!! I know this one is for me! :D
Good but it could e ur MOM only
@ akash, i had written this poem around a yr ago..[:)]
@manishasuresh
who r u??
simple yet nicely expessed poem...dependency on the source that gives strength to such an extent that it becomes a weakness ~ unfortunately the fate of most of the relationships...!
^^^ Same as what jagriti said. couldn't agree more!!
splendid stuff!
@ jagriti
agreed
@ AJ
thanx..
[:)]
well to clear the doubt as savatage said
I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
i hear your hopes
i feel your dreams
in the dark i hear ur scream
dont turn away
just take my hand
will be there on ur final stand
be right there never leave
all i ask is for u to
BELIEVE!!
keep posting.. \m/
loved this comment...rock on..!!
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