January 20, 2009

360!

I might be down & dusty,
Maybe even old & rusty.
I might plead & weep,
within me insecurity creep.
Life is tough,
Oh! It's just so rough.
Can't go on!!
Why was I even born?
So on and on, I go,
Whiny and oh-so-low.
Each small seems like a blow.
Maybe somone will me tow.
STOP!
Out of my system, it is
Life isn't all amiss.
In the end, pick self, I do
Everything is fresh and new.
If you just had waited
Maybe with breath baited.
You would've seen
The truth I have always been!

P.s I have moved on! :) 

7 comments:

  1. Good one ... another attempt to rise from the dust ... good thought!

    Liked this part the most:
    In the end, pick self, I do
    Everything is fresh and new.
    If you just had waited
    Maybe with breath baited.
    You would've seen
    The truth I have always been!


    I mentioned this part, because I liked it!!

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  2. ah the truth i have always been"

    beautiful lines ya Rashi..:)
    thank you for writing this..

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  3. Nice one! Rashi is back with a bang! Way to go, gal! :)

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  4. 'Time' and with it 'realisation' is all it takes...
    Lovely poem..!! :)

    Cheers..!!
    Arjun

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  5. lovely lines .. and the ps was just too good !

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