Rusty roads,noisy ways,busy life.....
where do they head?
where do they go?
There i stand on the hill top.....
wandering and staring.....
where do they head?
where do they go?
The vast sky smiles at me
listening to my questions.....
The cool breeze blocks my thoughts
Heads me to the world of Fantacy!!!
There remains my question.....
where do they head ?
where do they go?
But i get in reply a question .....
what do u njoy more???
where do thy head at???
Sunday, 13 January 2008
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5 comments:
well....i really wonder how efficiently u do put ur thots into such poetic expressions....this(wh do they head at???) was an awesome one...seriously....hats off to you girl.....keep on....
hey ananya is it really gud?
i did'nt feel dat:(
nyawaz thanks....
Hi!!!!!!!!!!
I find here the disguise form of "Wordsworth" and also "Lucy" in your pensive poetic expression. "Fantasy" is most appropriate in the flow of thought.
Keep it up............
A. P. Panda
thanks mausa4 ur valuable comments...
i m really nt confidient abt the fact if the poem is really worth comparing with gr8 poets...:)
bt do tell me where do i lack
thanks a lot!!!
Great to see some thoughts are echoing around, I believe you touched upon the same hard reality.
And there I see the last line of your post … an eye opener. You started with a question and ended with another one. We can only discover the answer by ourselves if we enjoy the journey of the life gifted to us and continue chasing our destiny until we find it. However, at the same time it amazes us when we found the meaning to this life and there we start it again. You see, its never ending :)
I would be glad to hear the answer that returned to you.
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