"....have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Lost..

I know sometimes it’s gonna rain
Like it’s gonna wash away the pain
I din’t hear you leave
Makes me wonder why I am still here
Just when I thought I could reach out and hold onto your sleeve
U vanished into thin air clear…
And right now….it’s raining harder than ever…
But I can’t feel a thing
Neither the drop nor the tear
It’s all so quiet around here
Like even silence has lost it’s meaning
And yet here I am
Finding a way out
Walking through an invisible pathway
Only if you could tell me which way to go…….?!?
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  1. DebuMarch 31, 2012 at 4:37 PM

    But I can’t feel a thing
    Neither the drop nor the tear
    It’s all so quiet around here
    Like even silence has lost it’s meaning
    An yet here I  am.....beautiful lines 

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  2. PreethiMarch 31, 2012 at 6:38 PM

    Thank you Debu....

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