Creativity Magazine
I am lost , am out in space
I wonder why did you say ??
"You will cushion while I paddle
You will remove the pebbles from my way "
Like a horse now when gallop
I feel the pain , I swear
I cant breathe I gasp for some fresh air
Cant you hear my heart ramble
Cant you read my eyes
Now dry , they poured out
Every drop that could reveal the marks
Became a measure of my heart aches
Cant you feel
The numbness in the air
That cast its shadow on me
Has become stagnant
Has become a reason
For me to question you
My existence when you made up your mind
To let me seethe in pain
Not heal this heart
Though you promised
You will relieve me from the hollowness
Of the sphere ,A World of Fantasy
At the same time
Rich , an abundance of sorrow
Called " Fools Paradise"
The existence of few moths
who live to achieve
Let others down , laugh at others dreams
Who tend to ignore " The monuments of their achievements
will not last , now will their memories "
Now can I ask to show me the way
To star studded Galaxy I heard its beyond the Milky Way
I wish to walk
Am tired of galloping on the streets
That lead to nowhere !
Copyright ©2012alka narula
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