Immune to disappointment, numb with disbelief
Waiting for this life to turn a new leaf.
Unaware that my soul has long been dead and my spirit worn out
The symptoms though shreiked out loud.
In the form of acute aches flowing in the teary rain
My shivering hands accompanying my frozen brain.
What is it with the cold outside
Or shall i say the world outside.
Engulfing me in a lathargic rigour
Like the ripples of a deadly fever.
With ever increasing seismic circles
It makes my laughing lines look like wrinkles.
My life's contractions come in endless pangs
Is it just me or as the weepies once sang.
"I'm standing still...and the world spins madly around"
Serious Beats 62!!! [ BOM!!! ]
14 years ago
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3 comments:
Have u written it?? Whatever, its amazing
I justh ave one thingto say- if the cold of th eoutside world is making you write so incredibly expressive, I wish the cold to continue... hahaha... Keep writinh honey...trust me, i am sure you ar emaking a parallel career unawares!!!!
Muaaah!!!
We write our feelings on white sheets and express the sadness, we start feeling that we have become writers.. Naah! Feel and write about things which u never experienced and make it so expressive and it may look ur heart has burst out the blood...
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