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The Day of Eternal Sleep

The Heart- wrenching moments
And the moments of bliss
 Each moment I am becoming new
Peeling out old-rusted-rotten skin
And my heart learns a new more melodious tune
After every tornado of sorrow
And when tears rolls down
They also seep away the blurriness of eyes
I can feel the old, me,
 Becoming new, more and more beautiful
Perhaps life is letting me to my most beautiful day
The day of absolute new, the day of eternal sleep.


Comments

shadow said…
oh how life ,could open up to give fresh start ,to love ,share our lives as we both know and believed it should been ,I been trying get back to you ,

the days turned to months
now my heart weeps ,as I can't feel you ,near as always held .

I am scared

I never wanted ,you out my life ,Listen to many things ,you speak of me .

maybe I've loss

A Truth that beats with my own Heart ,will be

You
Two Fools that kept pushing each other away
Two fools ,that wouldn't pick up a phone ,or talk

two fools ,with a smile
Let go

rest our lives
those two fools
will always feel those beats of
"our hearts "

wiping away my Tears ,Screaming with my complete Soul to be Heard
I Love You

My Dreams ,you will always be ,maybe in life ,couldn't be together ,as I would gave

was no one that was there to Listen

Was always there ,to fix me

Was none that accepted ,after hearing truth

there was many that was there to Judge

As ,it must of seemed ,my heart ,felt nothing

as must seemed things I done ,was heartless

dreams ,you shall be ,with me that ,holds no judging ,only accepting ,with love ,we always knew

Pray ,
You hear my Heart
Hear my Prayer
washed with tears
take me with you
bibhash k jha said…
shadow is a spammer . I saw shadow posting that same poem as comment in at least 6 different blogs including mine. I don't think why would it put such a nice poem in a comment instead of publishing in its blog .

If you don't believe .. search Google for this poem . You will find this poem posted as comment in dozens of blogs .
anushree said…
hey amit...firstly a very happy diwali..and yes before i forget this new template..gives ur blog a fresh feel..simply loved it..
after a long time i read something,that too so nicely penned...keep up the gud work as always...
keep smiling

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