Thursday, 21 February 2013
Over and Over, again
Wrapped in the veil of unwanted sympathy,
Wallowing in wisps of heartfelt misery.
Ribbons of reasons fading away,
Streaks of options turning grey.
Sneaking in and out for clues,
Dipping in disappointment, afresh
Acclaiming expectation that gnaw on insides.
Beaten down by confronting tries.
-Momina.
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But the phoenix will rise :-)
ReplyDeleteIt has to!
DeleteThat has some very good flow to it and is good. If I had one criticism I would say it feels unfinished.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mark! :)
DeleteI might finish it, but I like it this way, incomplete.
Whoa! Even the sadness can be wrapped with such beauty! I think only you can do that!! Hope this power of words will bring magic and turn things on bright side :)
ReplyDeleteOh my!
DeleteDreamygal, your words and praise mean a lot to me. Thank you so very much! I am honored that you think of my writing this way!
on the other side of Over and Over, again will there be a refreshing one....
ReplyDeleteHopefully, there will be.
DeleteAnd yet, standing tall and moving on
ReplyDeleteWith head held high. :)
Yet! :)
Deletehave been through that...
ReplyDeleteawesome writing
Life itself seems the biggest tragedy sometimes :(
ReplyDeleteBeen there, still there! Sighs
It passes, I am not sure when or how but it does. It's cliched for a reason. :)
DeleteThank you, Meera!
ReplyDeleteAhh! That's some good writing there. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Diksha! :D
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