The Lost Lane

January 2, 2012
By sujata SILVER, New Delhi, Other
sujata SILVER, New Delhi, Other
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Surrounded by silence,
Bestowed with solitude,
Looking into your eyes,
Not a word of gratitude.

Confused from within,
Order or a plea,
Whether I am the master,
Or destiny rules me

For I am imprisoned into the choice,
Tomorrow’s sunrise,
Confined by my voice,
And I choose not to speak.

But time is gushing past,
Stammering and staggering me ahead,
Toward the door to my aghast,
Where all of it ends

I will have to move forward,
For it’s the purpose that persists,
No matter the cause and effect,
Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Don’t look at me with eagerness,
I will have to leave,
Be benign to remember me with a smile,
It will be the best, if you believe.

For I am confused from within,
Order or a plea,
Whether I am the master,
Or destiny rules me



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ashok1234 said...
on Jan. 17 2012 at 9:16 pm
Like the freshness of thoughts and philosophy portrayed.

zoid123 GOLD said...
on Jan. 13 2012 at 7:48 am
zoid123 GOLD, Charlotte, Vermont
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Trying to be someone your not is a waste of the person you currently are.

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