Upheavel of life

September 24, 2011
By Supriya PLATINUM, Palampur, Other
Supriya PLATINUM, Palampur, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Poetry spills from the cracks of broken heart, but flows from the one which is loved.


My soul walked towards my heart
Too hard to find, the way perhaps
It stopped in disguise
Was it the end?
Or just the beginning?
It asked itself

Mind settled in unquiet darkness
Too hard to call you mine
It hung in silence of agony
Was it your heart that I stole?
Or just the pain of burning inside?
Rather a forgotten harmony

A melody echoed every unspoken word
A few honest shadows
Reflected every part of us
Or it was a fear of separation
All there ever was: just you and me



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