Jaded thoughts
Tired, gone astray
I might not carve you again
For I have nothing left
My dear Song
My pen cries
Pick me up, she says
But I might not fight again
With my dreams
With my mind's eye
For I have nothing left
My dear Song
My notebook is not blank any longer
Crammed with thoughts I once had
While I was at unease
With no rest in my mind
I finally am in some peace
And need some sleep
For I have nothing left
My dear Song
I might not carve you again
I might not beautify you again
For I have nothing left
My dear Song
© rahul
Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House
07.03.2009
Image - Notebook
Tired, gone astray
I might not carve you again
For I have nothing left
My dear Song
My pen cries
Pick me up, she says
But I might not fight again
With my dreams
With my mind's eye
For I have nothing left
My dear Song
My notebook is not blank any longer
Crammed with thoughts I once had
While I was at unease
With no rest in my mind
I finally am in some peace
And need some sleep
For I have nothing left
My dear Song
I might not carve you again
I might not beautify you again
For I have nothing left
My dear Song
© rahul
Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House
07.03.2009
Image - Notebook
2 comments:
I see a dose of improvement here. I would replace "beautify" with another word cause I believe you are writing a song here. That word disrupts a tiny little bit.
But, I must add that you have done well here Rahul. So, I write, keep them coming!!!
Thank You Ajey. I am glad that you liked it :)
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