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 :)



Where now my similes;
The beautiful metaphors of yesteryears;
Those clear visions of varied hues’
Of pure skies and adamantine seas?

Where went my wings of hope
With which I’ve soared o’er abysmal darkness?
Even the rainbow I last spied
Was broken and pointed to ‘Emptiness’.

I am afraid to close my eyes
Cause I don’t want to anymore see
The overcast skies that would be greeting my tomorrows
The picture of a defeated me.

Please Lord, if there’s any kind of salvation
Left for one who’s taken such a toll
Let me have it now or just
Give rest to this poor, wretched soul.

 29th August 2002
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