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.
March 5, 2013 at 9:49 PM
Now the learning is “board in the next bus and reach your destination and stop behaving insane for others”
February 5, 2011 at 2:25 AM
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…..
August 15, 2010 at 11:16 PM
no words can ever replace ur thoughts.
treasure ur emotion,dats al to convey u.
May 4, 2010 at 2:35 PM
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 🙂
April 24, 2010 at 11:22 PM
nice to see you back in action after some time (a long time to be exact).
great read.