...


And
I wanted to sing,

Stand up there,
Face it all
And
Express what I feel...

I wanted the words to flow,
With closed eyes,
I wanted to feel my soul come alive!

But,
When I went up
I remained quiet...

The words dug into my soul,
Leaving me numb
With nobody around
To hold!

Comments

  1. RajApril 24, 2011 at 3:08 AM

    you. look inside once. and you wouldnt need anything else to hold on too :)

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  2. JackApril 24, 2011 at 7:51 AM

    L D,

    If what you wish to say is truth there is no need to get tongue tied or to hold someone. Be bold and say it.

    Take care

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  3. ⁂ܓVållῐ ⁂ܓ☺April 25, 2011 at 12:08 AM

    Beautifully written :)

    Happy Blogging

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  4. Sakhi.April 25, 2011 at 8:35 PM

    oh this is so much ME :p

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  5. ConnieApril 26, 2011 at 3:36 PM

    I like your poem. Well said! :-)

    Thank you for visiting and commenting on my blog today.

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  6. UnknownApril 28, 2011 at 2:45 AM

    wow keep going friend >>>>i follow you!!

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  7. Blasphemous AestheteApril 29, 2011 at 9:43 PM

    Happens, its just that we need to get this fear out of the head that someone's watching.


    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  8. Ankita April 30, 2011 at 9:31 AM

    hey!

    this poem looks simple prima facie, but is quite deep.... long way to go girl!

    keep writing :)

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  9. RachitMay 2, 2011 at 9:42 AM

    its same everywhere, but then don't lose hope, just strive hard.. tell yourself that how can you lose a battle with those words who won't even weigh more than few nano pounds. A lovely blog :)

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