we havnt met ...we jus had a chat...n we just composed sumthing beautiful!! some find it crap..but it is special to me n wil always remain..!!
Was walking down the street alone,
to a place unheard,
was wondering how It’ll be,
to live a life unsure.
I fell down couple of times
But stood up each time,
As I wanted to reach this place unheard.
wanted someone to be with me ,
to live in this place unheard.
I wanted to be supported,
I wanted to be cared,
I wanted to be heardin this place unheard.
I was walking down the street
along the river coast,
met a gal sitting next to the water
which was frost.
I wanted to take her
from this chilling place,
so I asked her
will u come with me My Grace.
she smiled her consent n came with me,
I thought I found my gal of dream.
will take her now to this unheard place.
now m walking alone no more,
and as we walk together ..
down the street ,
all my visions seem turning true,
in a company
..so mysterious,
the same street ..the trees..
the sun n breeze,
everything seem astonishingly new!
For now I have someone,
through thick n thin …to care..
to hold me if I fall..
to listen everything I brawl..
Every moment since
every where I go ..
I feel the grace,
of the unheard place
And I wish nothing
…but to last..
In this fateful embrace!!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
To the creeps..
The thought that a close friend copied my idea was making me mad.....
N this is how I got over it..
This poem is dedicated to all the "trees" out there who have experienced similar "creepy traumas"!
THE ARBITRARY CREEPER
by nehamithbawkar
A creep, to climb will need a tree,
for it, by itself cannot be
Proud, is a tree so mighty,
nurturing a life to grow
The creep, so delicate,twirling beauty,
unnoticed ....would seldom go..
Sad..
even the creeper cant see
for it stands out on a branch thats dark
So lost
in its own proximity,
fails to acknowledge the kind bark.
Unhassled is the tree
incorrigibly glee,
enjoying its task successfully.
For everyone knows
no matter what they see,
a creep can go
no higher than a tree!!
N this is how I got over it..
This poem is dedicated to all the "trees" out there who have experienced similar "creepy traumas"!
THE ARBITRARY CREEPER
by nehamithbawkar
A creep, to climb will need a tree,
for it, by itself cannot be
Proud, is a tree so mighty,
nurturing a life to grow
The creep, so delicate,twirling beauty,
unnoticed ....would seldom go..
Sad..
even the creeper cant see
for it stands out on a branch thats dark
So lost
in its own proximity,
fails to acknowledge the kind bark.
Unhassled is the tree
incorrigibly glee,
enjoying its task successfully.
For everyone knows
no matter what they see,
a creep can go
no higher than a tree!!
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