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Sunday, March 18, 2007

Strange 22

Strange that It may sound. . .
Love seems too be walking beside me
Those familiar soft footsteps,
which follows you everywhere
Never asked anything in return
No reasons, no explanations
Only the sense of belonging.
All those aches and pains
All those drops of tears
that well upon in your heart
I lost love some where along the line
Lost all the warmth
Strange that it may sound. . .
Life's toil and worry kept me going
Have I lost my self?
When I look in the mirror
I look at a strange person staring back
I comforted my self, that's life!
Strange that it may sound. . .
Love found me again,
And I found myself

4 comments:

സപ്ന said...

പഴയ തൂലിക, പുതിയ വേഷം, ഭാവം

Jac said...

Still not late for anything, better look through yourself and then later you can through the mirror.

Mirrors are not real, they are mirages.
I have to say that this poem is good.

monsoon-dreams said...

am still searching..:-(

cind said...

nice one sapnaa