Vaccuumed…

Written by krishna
August 5, 2008

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At loss of words, completely blank,

as if everything has leaked from my tank.

Getting older and wiser but forgetful,

into the category of a wise fool.


Solitude is a refuge for creativity,

but here I am in complete inactivity.

Thoughts continue but unable to capture,

as I try to rhyme a sermon to a preacher.


Every journey has to end,

every road has got to bend.

Its a paradox, an everyday question,

what next after a progression.


More responsibilities as you grow and progress,

you got to separate what’s needed from the mess.

You got to emerge out of your sleep or coma,

and choose wisely one from your dilemma.


Its always about next and tomorrow,

to find a way to escape life’s sorrow.

Finally I decide to move on to the next level,

before situation brings another upheaval.


 

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Comment by U L H A S on 5 August, 2008 @ 5:55 am

true are you, every journey has to end…..

Nice one……Keep it up Krishna ji……..

Stars added……..

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Comment by Shreyansh Sen Sharma on 5 August, 2008 @ 12:38 pm

nice one dude.

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Comment by renu rakheja on 6 August, 2008 @ 10:07 am

Good one Krishna- the key is to evolve- the upheavals will always continue- but if our attitude to tackle them changes and evolves- we have scored a win :)

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