came into this world alone..
leave it no different..
all wat happens along the way,
Notches marking my progress.
a friend gained here..
another lost there..
a wind tat came from somewhere..
n moved onto some place else.
some are like the storm..
loud and powerful..
wreck havoc and leave u devastated.
some like the gentlest of sea breezes
carressing you, playing with you till u fall asleep.
wat remains, is the ruffled hair..
the dishevelled look..
and the wish.. tat some day..
i too turn into a breeze..
n blow away into the sunset.
-Rn
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3 comments:
Rahul, this was good!
But then no need to b the wind to unruffle someone/somethin..u can do it being u too..Dont u think?
:)
And also, a doubt the wind tht came from somewhere..and moved someplace else..well cud it not b tht u moved to another plane ? Mayb tht way u already r the 'wind' u want to b!:)
:).. shru.. "becomin a breeze" was metapohoric..n gal.. im a bit touchy abt the "flab" issue.. so beware..!!!
n upasna..trust u to put my thoughts into a mixer.. add some pshycho babble of ur own.. beat it all up.. n then give it back to me.. askin me to analyse it. AVOID!
awwwww...dont get all touchy abt the mix up!:)..ur thoughts wud remain untouched and pristine still!:)
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