These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


I’m drowning
In this grief I cannot voice out.
On salty droplets I cannot shed.
For how long should I stand upon this lonely cliff
Exposing my wounds to
A world that will never hear
Will never see
Because they’re deaf;
They’re blind;
They refuse to.

 16th August 2002
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