Time; caught at the crossroads…….
Me; staring out of the window……..
My books; waiting to be practised from…….
My mind; harping on latest happenings…….
My heart; waiting for evening to descend…….
My hand; reaching out for a pen………
My soul; dictating these very words……….
Myself……wondering at the mystery of it all………
Me; staring out of the window……..
My books; waiting to be practised from…….
My mind; harping on latest happenings…….
My heart; waiting for evening to descend…….
My hand; reaching out for a pen………
My soul; dictating these very words……….
Myself……wondering at the mystery of it all………
Hey thanks! When will u b back to ur blog is also a mystery! :-P
ReplyDeleteA beautifully penned poem Amrita, loved these lines, 'My mind; harping on latest happenings'. Happens to me and I am sure everyone else all the time :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Khushboo! Ya that's so true!:)
Deletedeep too deep .. ! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ankur! :D
DeleteWhat a mystery :)
ReplyDeleteHee hee! :)
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