Wasteful Potentials!
April 5, 2010
When I stopped by the bus stand,
I just waited, wet and dirty,
Others came and boarded,
I was behaving insane,
I was looking at the rain Now and then. I just thought who made me stand like that?
And I found,
The earth is round,
When I walk away from myself,
I come back to me,
And surprising it sounds.
There is no one for me.
I wasted the potential
Running after others
They did not ever care
And now that I stopped, I feel lonely,
And to run again, I do not dare. I feel it and scream,
Oh my sweet past!
About you, I dream.
Stop being away,
Come, once, nearer;
I can show you what I see.
The potential that cries inside
The spark that starves for opportunity, And the boy standing alone,
Waiting here, for the next bus,
And everything but time is free.
I was looking at the rain Now and then. I just thought who made me stand like that?
And I found,
The earth is round,
When I walk away from myself,
I come back to me,
And surprising it sounds.
I wake up in the morning and see;
There is no one for me.
I wasted the potential
Running after others
They did not ever care
And now that I stopped, I feel lonely,
And to run again, I do not dare. I feel it and scream,
Oh my sweet past!
About you, I dream.
Stop being away,
Come, once, nearer;
I can show you what I see.
The potential that cries inside
The spark that starves for opportunity, And the boy standing alone,
Waiting here, for the next bus,
And everything but time is free.
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U know your destiny so can reach there anyway ….
Your awaited bus will obviously come bt dont miss tht b’coz of fear of crowd…..
no words can ever replace ur thoughts.
treasure ur emotion,dats al to convey u.
Nice one…fair and simple. But i could not relate the poem with it’s title…perhaps my understanding of poetry is not that good
nice to see you back in action after some time (a long time to be exact).
great read.