Monday, February 22, 2010

Somewhere

Somewhere alone, lonely
sleeps a weary soul.
Somewhere silent, sobbing
dreams a defeated soul.

Somewhere far away
lies are being woven,
truth being distorted.
Sleep. But how?

GG, Feb 21, Sunday

9 comments:

Kamini said...

So sad, so poignant, so true for so many of us. A lovely poem.

firaq darvesh said...

Dear Gauri,
Truthful,painful,realistic....
The threads of lie do not last long.The fabric woven of this threads soon gets torn unalarmed, leaving the weaver and the wearer ashamed....
Baba / 24-02-2010.

Lakshmi Bharadwaj said...

Beautiful poetry!
reminds one of many things!
will visit often!

One said...

Beer. Makes me sleep like a fat knocked-up Panda.

manjujoglekar said...

Sad, though very expressive!

But, I suppose, time does allow us to forget painful things...

G said...

Hey! How are you? Landed here after real long. :( My reader still doesnt give me ur updates. Wonder what the problem is...

Gauri Gharpure said...

Kamini- Thanks.. and a big welcome to the blog.

Baba-- thanks :)

Lakshmi-- Welcome!

One- don't corrupt me :P

Manju-- time heals.. but tht wait is killing, no?

Gauri Gharpure said...

G-- loong time indeed.. earlier i used to follow u up on reader, but somehow, my browser is behaving strangely. and i still can't fix the prob as to why my post updates are not reflected on many blogrolls..

Solilo said...

That sad and beautiful!