12:14
20/12/06
A tale so exaggerated
That it damned its own meaning
Vanquished by every word that was said
Left to dangle by the edge
Never to be narrated
Lost in blundered thoughts
From good to bad
A phantasy to another Nightmare
Unearthing the forgotten pages
Untouched Lacerated
Bewitched Beguiled
By their own karma
A tale so exaggerated
From life to death
Pain to salvation
Left to dangle by the edge
-Stained
11 comments:
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I think I know now why I wrote this...hmm...took some time..but understood it...
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Okay...call me and tell me then why you wrote it ... I'm curious...
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Loved each and every word of the poem...u wrote it straight from the heart.. n trust me you write better than me...sooo much depth...verrrry nice...i am in awe of u already! cheers
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erm..thanx serial thinker...
I still like your style of writing....My poems always too short & most of the time suck...
but well it seems like a universal rule...a poet never likes his own poetry... :D :D
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tru tru..n spoken like a true poet.. all poets r narcissists..hehehe..me included..lol..
cheers
have a great 2007!
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da poem is awsum...luvd it...i dint know u cud write so well!do keep writing...coz u hav a flair...very natural style!
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well..u know me alraite...volleyball..dats ur hint!n trust me da wurds in ur poem jus cudnt get better..wow!
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no wait...hmm....shikha..I assume SeRiaL tHinKer put you on my blogs trail... :D
I never knew you knew so many words :P