he sat alone, he looked out,
the silence was loud,
it was deafening, it blared...
he didnt notice the passing cloud.
his gaze remained distant
thoughts ebbed and fell,
dark remained the skies above
nothing his face did tell
yet it told a story...
a story so long, so deep
it had left him alone, and forlorn
into the distant past, it was a peep
his book opened, it was the first chapter
and it was all hunky dory.
and then he remembered the days...
which changed his story
the silence was suddenly shattered,
by the noise of the past,
his past, that still remained...
it was here again, here to last.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
The Past
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6 comments:
Past...living in the past..
dnt do it
its gonna destroy yur present.
[btw poem is superb...]
Thanks Veens!
'He' aint me though, I am very much here, in the present buddy :-)
Nice!
Thanjoo :-)
who're you talking about?
No one in particular, then again, everyone in general!
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