I look back in contemplation…
To the years gone by…
And I find too much too soon
Intruding my life
I ne’er did worry
For I was born with a silver spoon
But in the matters of heart
I went through too much too soon
I feel like a boxer
Who’d been beaten and thrashed ‘gain n again
But his wounds will heal and he’ll be stronger…
Unlike me who still bleeds and winces…
I m bruised…
Beaten black and blue
Yet I push myself
In the search of love, true
I take a chance
I bet, my only bet
And hope that at least this time, for once
Someone comes by, and all hurt, I forget
The hurt weighs heavy on my heart
And I am tired of the ends and the starts
I try to breathe more
But I find no air
I feel claustrophobic even in a huge room
Yes I have felt too much too soon…
©Manashi Pathak
3 comments:
hmmm difficult to find love and a good sleep these days heheh.
anyways u seem to write only when u are down and out.
and judging by the no of post you don't get into that mood often, which is good. :)
hmmm...
Soham
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It's nice...
By the way, that's perhaps the dumbest comment you've got in a while for thoughts so well penned down...but well, am not too much fond of compositions which have the pain factor in them..I just hope you haven't been thru 'too much too soon'....
-Mriganka
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