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:

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

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  2. 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.

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

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

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  5. Sad, though very expressive!

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

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

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  7. 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?

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  8. 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..

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  9. That sad and beautiful!

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