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 :)

August

 
Heaven seems so far away
As I lay here with my broken wing.
I’ve fallen
From grace cause of my sensitivity.

I feel too much.
Wasn’t able to see
The eventuality of being crushed
By the world and all its burdens.

So here I am.
Abandoned at the edge of some precipice.
Beside which lay nothing
As I’ve nothing but my provision of prayers
To sustain me.


 5th August 2002
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