
In this tiring world,
That just spins beneath my feet..
Dizzy mazes and confusing faces,
Story outside your heart,
Is a mystery you cannot let anybody dart..
Fast is faster,
Hurt is bigger,
Burnt are the vices,
Which you hold against me..
Graceful are the roads and fly-by arches,
Held down by inhuman crutchs,
But do tell me how to mend a broken heart..!!
nice write
ReplyDeleteoh i wish i cud tel you how to mend a broken heart!
*sigh*
even god cant answer tis-.."But do tell me how to mend a broken heart..!!" :D
ReplyDeletevery nice work gal..
oi rashmi....label this poem under ur name...or it wil be lost
ReplyDeleteWhat do u mean..??
ReplyDeleteCould someone explain what tagging means? I am a dumbass when it comes to computers and stuff..
you can attach every broken piece in the world but not a broken heart...when u get to know about it....let me know ok..!!
ReplyDeletenice poem rashmi..
ReplyDeletethe first two lines .... are awesome...
labelling is a way to easily find old posts.. archive them under ur name or by type..
Google says Main hoon na..
http://www.google.com/support/blogger/bin/answer.py?hl=en&answer=44498
nicely put !! loved the first three lines of second para (sorry , m too lay to copy them :$) !!
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