Monday, June 18, 2007

Scarred

Innocent drops trickle down
On silent paper strips
To blot them in resilience
Overstep one's lines
Of thoughts and dreams
Unknown to reality,
Nightmares manifest -
In the cuckoo's nest...
Born from a shaking voice,
Lost before it is -
Found lying still,
Beside the albatross
Carved in wood...
Moments spent,
Years passed away,
Nothing said,
But words that
Mean nothing...
And words that meant
A world...
Were never spoken!
Blots remain,
Scarring me with stains...

-Anubhav

4 comments:

  1. very beautifully written..is this about your life?

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  2. Very beautifully Written...is this about your life?

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  3. Good flow of thoughts... Yet there's a lack in clarity of thought(Could be my perception). Keep it rollin;)

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