July 15, 2007

WEIRD WAYS

It's weird... this life.. this everything
a vague attempt to wait..
patiently
endlessly
for what?

We know not!

I seek
I seek
I seek again
blindly..
without a goal,
without a reason!

Why this perennial search?
Why this painful wait?
And for what, I ask again!

I wish i knew.
I wish I could
get to propel forward.
Gone is the hope
the faith, the trust

The world cruelly snips your wings
and asks you to fly!

2 comments

Ceruleus said...

Nice poem. But pray what's wrong, dear Sandhya?

rsubras said...

most of the times, it is we who feel our wings are clipped and not attempting to fly :)

Cheer up girlie... :)

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