BackDrop:- potraying two loved ones , suffering some differences , in a scene of people on two opposite shores seperated by a stream in between...talking in tone of the guy!..more a casual narrative and less a rhyme.!!.Read-on
left apart at the shore,
drift apart with a stream in between,
yet its not I'm left alone...
I walk along the edge...of(f) the scene...
with my feet..on the path...laid by pebbles...of some precious moments.
bowing down..to hold such one...staring at passing by currents..
seeing the waters turn... stand still ....at times....
painting the past ..in front of me...
It's then that I close my eyes, feeling the touch of stone..in my palm...
knowing that i can't change the potrait ..yet changing the shade, is all what i wish to see..
stepping back...throwing the pebble....watching the ripples..all so calm..
that I jus' pray atlesat one reaches you...at d other side ..crossing the sea...
it's not so unknown...it's not so strange...That i am missing you more...when you're not meant to be..
witnessing a sillable of my sound...not even the hush of plea..
Don't worry if i wud go short of the pebbles....
m obsessed with 'em....oppressed under my feet of destiny..
I like to throw 'em, after all I'm human...
as Hope is d least i can hav...hopin fr a hit ...back to me..
to pass the moment that's passing by
which has to pass even after- failed retreat of the "passed away"
canvassing the present but losing my,
tempo of this burlesque , I finally say..
Don't worry about ripples .. that I create as this...
Standstill is too boring .....trust me...
As i have a heart...and that is full of you...
rather than being numb & emotionless...... crying in the name of you....is Completely OK for me!
- S R i
left apart at the shore,
drift apart with a stream in between,
yet its not I'm left alone...
I walk along the edge...of(f) the scene...
with my feet..on the path...laid by pebbles...of some precious moments.
bowing down..to hold such one...staring at passing by currents..
seeing the waters turn... stand still ....at times....
painting the past ..in front of me...
It's then that I close my eyes, feeling the touch of stone..in my palm...
knowing that i can't change the potrait ..yet changing the shade, is all what i wish to see..
stepping back...throwing the pebble....watching the ripples..all so calm..
that I jus' pray atlesat one reaches you...at d other side ..crossing the sea...
it's not so unknown...it's not so strange...That i am missing you more...when you're not meant to be..
witnessing a sillable of my sound...not even the hush of plea..
Don't worry if i wud go short of the pebbles....
m obsessed with 'em....oppressed under my feet of destiny..
I like to throw 'em, after all I'm human...
as Hope is d least i can hav...hopin fr a hit ...back to me..
to pass the moment that's passing by
which has to pass even after- failed retreat of the "passed away"
canvassing the present but losing my,
tempo of this burlesque , I finally say..
Don't worry about ripples .. that I create as this...
Standstill is too boring .....trust me...
As i have a heart...and that is full of you...
rather than being numb & emotionless...... crying in the name of you....is Completely OK for me!
- S R i
2 comments:
very nice narration sri...:)loved d way u narrated it ra...
i wish i could tell u dat im proud to have a friend like u.... i WAS lucky to have u :'(
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