Thursday, June 15, 2006

Strange 22



Strange 22

Strange that I t may sound. . .
Love seems too be walking beside me
Those familiar soft footsteps,
which follows you everywhere,
Never asked anything in return,
No reasons, no explanations,
Only the sense of belonging.
All those aches and pains
All those drops of tears, that well upon in your heart,
I lost love some where along the line
Lost all the warmth
Strange that it may sound. . .
Life's toil and worry kept me going
Have I lost my self?
When I look in the mirror
I look at a strange person staring back
I comforted my self, that's life!
Strange that it may sound. . .
Love found me again,
And I found myself.

2 comments:

ശ്രീജിത്ത്‌ കെ said...

You seem to like the dark side of life and thinking about it. See life in a brighter prospective. Open your eyes wide. Open your hear to the fullest. Enjoy !!!

Btw, nice poem. Keep writing more.

കലേഷ്‌ കുമാര്‍ said...

നന്നായിരിക്കുന്നു!