Waiting for signs from a guiding source,
Dunes of sand pile up before me,
As I leave the trodden paths,coarse.
And now I lie,in wait of a path,
That would walk the pain away with me,
And wish that with this passing time,
I would, at last, be set scott free.
Fate,it seems,has other plans for me,
I wait for the signs that HE may send,
And the real irony of it all,
Was that I'd reached the very end.
Flashes of my life rush through as a vision,
As I stare into the endless blank,
Sorrows I've received till my lonely end,
From people I should really thank.
Goodbye old friend,for the end is here,
As a dark chariot waits to ride,
A long path ahead but travel I must,
With only death riding by my side.
2 comments:
Dude good work !!!..nice concept n idea but just felt tat you can actually avoid using a few words tat can be taken implicity...
e.g..
I would, at last, be set scott free.
here 'set' is really not needed according to me..
and at some places the tense is a bit confusing i guess...you start from the present tense with I stand, but somewhere in middle....
"
And the real irony of it all,
Was that I'd reached the very end.
"
Here Was doesnt fit in..it would be better if its,
" And the real irony is that I'd reached the very end.
"
My views abt it dude..i may be wrong..but thot of tellin u !! :)
neat one......that ass shinde doesnt know shit.....!! :P
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