She says it was pure and pristine,
Exuded freshness and oozed life,
An erstwhile heart…
Lust for laurels, Craving for glory,
And thus preoccupied,
I do not remember when it died,
But today as I walk in its cortege,
To bid it a final goodbye,
I am wistful and recall…
How I turned so artificial,
Acquired a persona so superficial,
How my mind trampled a moaning heart,
Strangled it to death, with a smirk,
How I stifled emotions,
Lost in the labyrinth of the bestest,
How I fell a prey to the dreams I had weaved,
As they boomeranged on me nastily heaved,
How ambitions became obsession,
And thereafter fanaticism,
But today as I walk in its cortege,
To bid it a final goodbye,
I long to get it back to life,
I long to see it revive,
I do not know if I can,
For it has already died,
My deceased heart……
Desert Rose
10th October, 2008
Stockholm, Sweden
8 comments:
another chetan bhagat in the making....keep up the good work dude...
nice piece of work...simply luv ur piece of art...
Good work, just keep going
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well written.. love d way u write..infact luv everything in u.. keep it up..
dam gud.. shocked me tejaswi.. beyond perfection
cheers..
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